I was seven years old when it happened and I lost my mother because of unknown causes she just disappeared one day when she didn't return from work… they never found her body the last person to see her was her partner .
My mother was a photographer and she took wonderful pictures that always seemed to make me believe that I was there that I could reach out touch the picture and fall through and land into the place where she took it. It to me was magic and I wanted to do what she did, I wanted to become a photographer.
My mother, father, and I lived in La Push, Washington. My mother was half Quileute and my father
is completely English. When my father moved to America with his parents at age seventeen he was the awkward new kid with a different accent and my mother was the popular girl who was nice to everyone they meet fall in love and then had me.
After my mother died my father packed away our stuff and we moved to Chicago, Illinois. We lived in Chicago for nine years but I couldn't help but feel the call of my home town. I loved Chicago and the people I meet there but it never felt right so I decided that I was going to ask my father if we could move back to our old house.
We never sold our old house my father couldn't let go after she died we just packed up and left everything the way it was there, I wasn't even allowed to touch the silver wear we just packed up and left. I am sick feeling that I should be somewhere where I haven't been in years. Something doesn't seem right and I want to find out what it is.
I knew this was going to lead to a fight so I am going to plan out the way I'm going to approach him and hope that I don't snap and scream loudly at him, that would be the last thing I would want to do.
