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Chapter 2
"Mary, honey, I have some really bad news."
My mom had just got home really late from work, which she usually never did.
"Mom, what is it? Why are you home so late? Where's daddy? He didn't come home at five like he promised to." She came over to me and hugged me. "Mom! What's wrong?"
Silent tears started streaming down her face. "Honey, your father – your father was in a fight."
"What? Is he okay?"
"No, Mary. . ." She wiped her face with her sleeve, "Mary, your dad didn't make it. . . he died."
Tears formed in my eyes and mom pulled me close again. "Dad. . . dad. . ." I sobbed as my mom patted my back and whispered, "Shh, It's alright baby. Everything's going to be okay."
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The next night my mom went out to a bar with Jack's mom, and Jack came over to babysit. My mom made me come out of my room, where I was all day, to greet him. When he came in I mumbled 'Hello' and ran back upstairs. I ran into my room, slammed the door, and turned on my music full blast.
Jack knocked on the door but I didn't hear it, so he came in. He turned down the music.
"Get out, Jack! It's my room and I want some space!"
Jack was either deaf or he just ignored me, because he went over to me and sat down. I was lying on my bed at this point, with my head in my pillow crying.
He started rubbing my back comfortly, and I sat up and looked at him, tears running down my face. He took hold of me and I cried into his shoulder.
He didn't need to say anything; my dad was gone. . .and he knew it.
It seemed to be the longest time before I settled down and fell asleep, but I finally did. I don't know if he ever left my bed, but somehow it felt he was there the whole night.
From that moment on I knew how he felt when he lost his dad; I finally understood what it was like to lose someone you love.