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2. Gone

When we got home, I ran straight to my bedroom to drop off my backpack. I was so excited to tell my mom about my day, since I had already told my dad a million times on the way home. I then ran into the kitchen, mom wasn’t there. I walked into my parents room and saw my dad sitting on the edge of their king size bed crying into his hands.

“What’s the matter, daddy?”

“Oh, nothing sweetie, why don’t you go outside and play with Charles.”

Charles was our dog, he was a fawn colored pug who snored and farted while he slept.

“Where’s mommy?” I whimpered.

“She’s gone Elizabeth.”

I felt the lump in my throat become larger.

“Where did she go? Is she coming back soon?”

My dad started crying harder.

“I-I-I don’t think she is.”

I didn’t know what to say. It hurt me so much to see my dad cry. Why did mom leave us? I had heard of parents getting a divorce, but only on TV. I never thought it would happen to my mom and dad. Was she mad at me? I took a seat next to my dad. I felt the smooth material on their bed. I knew I had to be strong, especially for my dad. He needed to know I wasn’t going to leave him like mom did.

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