Prologue
It Has Been 4 Years, 0 Days, 2 Hours And 7 Minutes Since My Mom left And I’m Just Sat Here around the dining table, eating, alone with my little brother, Conroy. Well, I guess i’m not really alone.
You see, my dad is never really home, he is always at work or the bar or even in bed. So we always eat alone, do our homework alone, go shopping alone and well we do everything alone.
It’s been like this since my mom left when I was 13 years old and well, I have gotten used to it over the years. Although I do love the company of Conroy.
It’s Amazing How We Grow Apart When Someone We Both Love Dies.
I take a sip out of my water bottle as I looked around the room that was filled with boxes.
It was obvious that I was moving but at the time I still couldn’t believe it.
“Time to let go of everything” I say to Conroy as I got up from my chair.
I washed the plate and cutlery before drying them and putting them back into the box.
As I taped up the box, footsteps approached and I turned my head to see Linda at the door.
“Hey, kiddos” she smiled.
“Hey, Linda, what’s up?” he asks and she walked into the kitchen, slowly.
I’m guessing she’s going to help with the last few boxes since dad already left.
Something you should know about me, i'm good at reading people.
“I’m here to help with the last few boxes” she answers and I stare at the wall in front of me.
Knew it.
I close my eyes and I take a deep breathe.
“Because he already left, right?” I could feel the guilt from 10 feet away.
“Give him time, Love” her voice broke and I turn to face her.
“I’ve given him time, I have given him four years” I answer, blocking out whatever I was feeling.
“You Know, I didn’t even want to leave but I thought moving would change our relationship, not make it worse” I Snap And She stares at me.
“Hon-”
“Do you know what it feels like to be the new kids with a father that works in a law firm?” she shakes her head
“No, no I don’t”.
“Exactly”
