prolog

A day. One week. A year.
How long did it matter how long we stayed in a city until my mother took a new, absolutely safe and highly paid job.
I didn't really care what she was doing. Whether she was a secretary, an accountant or whatever. I just didn't care.
Because no matter what job she did, she hardly cared about me.
On the one hand, that was fine with me.
I had my peace and quiet, I could rest and have fun.
Although I have to say that this is not the kind of fun we teenagers normally think of. My idea of ​​a great day was just going out, sitting in the pastures, watching the cows graze and thinking.
What else should I be doing?
I couldn't have any friends, because we had only been in this city for a few days and I was sure it wouldn't be worth making new friends either.
We'd be gone in a few months, if not weeks.No big deal. New girl in town? Not worth talking about.