Does this sound like a good intro for a story about a first kid, and the first family?
I left day care in tears. It was my last day in Virginia. Not even a frosty glass of daddy's chocolate milk could make me happy. We all have to move because daddy won something called an election and gets a new job and house. I just hope Santa knows where we're going and can safely get into this new house. All I know is it's white.