"No..." She squeezed up next to Daria. Ara didn't want to tell the older girl that she was sure her parents were thinking of another move. She won't like me anymore. And she was so tired of being alone. So tired of being moved from one house to the next, country after country after country.
With a yawn, she added, "Tell me a story then. Or sing me something. I'd like to feel sleepy even if I can't close my eyes."