When we got home...Actually, it's a surprise we did because mum was driving
like a nut case through her watery eyes, she told us all to sit down and we
all took a seat on the couch.
"Your-your-" she breathed in really hard, "Your father is dead."
I think it was my turn to become stalk white. My eyes filled with a sea of tears. Petunia ran off to her room. Lily seemed incapable of moving.
I found myself in the black-haired boy's shoes.
I ran out the door and down the porch steps. Rain was falling terribly hard now but I barely noticed. All I knew was me and running. The pavement was scratching at my feet where my shoes were falling apart, rain pounded against my head, and my eyes were getting cold because of the tears in them. Did I notice? No.
After running awhile, I collapsed onto my knees. I sobbed into the thickness of my father's sweater that he let me wear before leaving for work.
It smelled exactly like him. Hand rolled cigars, a little aroma of whisky. This was my father. All that was left of him.
I cried and cried and cried. I don't think I was capable of doing more. I was starting to feel weak, vulnerable, exhausted.
I think I feel asleep there, because when I next opened my eyes I was lying on a bench in the park close by. Someone must have moved me there.
I then remembered the events of last night. I rolled over on the bench and lost yesterday's lunch to the ground. I turned over and wiped my mouth. It must be early morning, because the stars were still out.
It took a lot of effort for me to get up, but I eventually did. I walked very slowly with my hands in the sweater's pockets. I was headed towards home, but it felt like I would never get there.
I thought of all the things we did together. Like going to Egypt to see the pyramids, going to America for one of my father's work trips, and just laughing with him.
It pained me to think this but at least he's in a better place now. I had to face it, he was gone. Forever.
"Your-your-" she breathed in really hard, "Your father is dead."
I think it was my turn to become stalk white. My eyes filled with a sea of tears. Petunia ran off to her room. Lily seemed incapable of moving.
I found myself in the black-haired boy's shoes.
I ran out the door and down the porch steps. Rain was falling terribly hard now but I barely noticed. All I knew was me and running. The pavement was scratching at my feet where my shoes were falling apart, rain pounded against my head, and my eyes were getting cold because of the tears in them. Did I notice? No.
After running awhile, I collapsed onto my knees. I sobbed into the thickness of my father's sweater that he let me wear before leaving for work.
It smelled exactly like him. Hand rolled cigars, a little aroma of whisky. This was my father. All that was left of him.
I cried and cried and cried. I don't think I was capable of doing more. I was starting to feel weak, vulnerable, exhausted.
I think I feel asleep there, because when I next opened my eyes I was lying on a bench in the park close by. Someone must have moved me there.
I then remembered the events of last night. I rolled over on the bench and lost yesterday's lunch to the ground. I turned over and wiped my mouth. It must be early morning, because the stars were still out.
It took a lot of effort for me to get up, but I eventually did. I walked very slowly with my hands in the sweater's pockets. I was headed towards home, but it felt like I would never get there.
I thought of all the things we did together. Like going to Egypt to see the pyramids, going to America for one of my father's work trips, and just laughing with him.
It pained me to think this but at least he's in a better place now. I had to face it, he was gone. Forever.