Chapter two, an un-happy event
After all the grief from my mother's death, we were finally back to normal…
Well, I say normal but it will never be anything like it used to. Not having a father around was worse, for our father was in war, and had been there for years…
It was the middle of November, my thirteenth birthday only days away, along with Thanksgiving. Just then the doorbell rang; I opened it,
"Yes?" I said, mailman handed me a note.
"Wanted to be sure you got this letter ma'am."
"Thank you." I told him, he gave a small bow and left. I opened the letter and gasped excitedly.
"Jack! Jack! Father is coming home for thanksgiving! Oh isn't it wonderful!"
"Really?" he asked me his green eyes widening.
"Yes! He's going to be with us!" But, something inside was, sad... like something was going to happen…
I was horrified, Of course I would tell no one but, this was the feeling I had just before my mother died, could it be? No! My father couldn't die! No not now! Not in our time of need! I ran to my bedroom nudging Thalia as I passed her, she followed.
"Thalia!" I said turning to her remember, when my mother died, what I said to you… I'm getting that feeling; does it mean my father will… die?" She looked at me confused.
"Never mind," I sighed, "It doesn't matter" I turned to leave when she said
"Mindy you're wrong, it does matter, what you're going through is bad, if your father does… die-" She didn't like to say that word. –"than you'll have such a hard life." She seemed to realize something. "Mindy, do you think that, you have a way in telling if someone is going to… die?"
I realized this as well.
"I'm not sure. It's possible, I guess." The next morning, a car pulled in the driveway, and to my horror a soldier stepped out.
"Oh no." I whispered looking at Thalia who noticed the soldier as well, and was staring in horror just as I. I went to the door.
"I am sorry to tell you that your father has fallen in war, he sends his love from previous days." He looked at me with sincere sadness, as if he knew about my mother's death too. He walked back to his car and drove away. I ran to my bedroom and sat on my bed crying. Thalia came in to comfort me; she knew how hard this was for me, mostly. For she lost her father a year ago in war as well.
