"Just give up, Taylor," my sister, Amber begged me.
"He's not coming back." I wouldn't listen. I wouldn't believe it.
"He's coming back for me. I know it!" At this point I was yelling. Mom was quiet. It had been officially nine months since dad disappeared and Mom had called us into the living room to have a "family discussion." She started off trying to explain that he wasn't coming back. But after I started yelling, Mom stopped talking. I know how yelling made her feel. I tried to calm down.
"Mom, you don't really think that he would..." I looked over at her. She lifted her face from her hands. She was crying. I looked at Amber who had already started walking over to comfort Mom. All of a sudden, I felt like something inside of me just died. Like my heart stopped beating. I collapsed and laid in the middle of the living room floor squeezing my legs close to my chest.
We stayed there like that for what seemed like hours. Mom was the first to move. She kissed Amber on the forehead and then walked over to me. She bent down, stroked my dark brown hair, and then kissed me on my head, too. After that she dragged herself up the stairs into her bedroom.
After I knew she was upstairs, I got up and walked over to our bookshelf. Dad called it "The Junk Shelf," because it only had four or five books on it. The rest of the stuff was mostly pictures and papers. I looked the pictures up and down, over and over and over. I was really just studying one of the pictures of me and Dad at my 8th birthday party. He was kissing me on the head like Mom did. I remember him whispering in my ear, "I love you, baby girl." I looked at the picture hard. It made me angry. I yelled. Loudly. I yelled as if I was yelling at him telling him to come back. I wanted nothing more than for him to come back.
After I got up, I went into the kitchen. Mom had been in one of her moods all day. I guess she didn't feel like making dinner. The first thing she said to me today was that she wanted to have a family chat with me and Amber. I never knew what days Mom would be in her moods or how bad her moods would be. Me and Amber rated Mom's moods from 0-3. When her moods was a 3, she would be angry. She would yell, swear, and sometimes she was throw stuff around. Usually Dad would calm her down but lately Amber and I have been trying. It's normally not as effective but it calms her down long enough for us to get her to take her medicine.
I made myself a sandwich and took it in my room to eat. I laid in bed for almost an hour before Amber finally came in our room. She looked like she had been out all night. Amber had all Mom's characteristics; her long, light brown hair, her beautiful eyes, and sometimes her moods. She was silent. She walked over to her bed and and crawled into it, still silent. I didn't say anything in fear that she'd get angry. We both laid there in silence knowing that the other was awake.
"Taylor, I know how much Dad meant to you, but he's not-"
"No, don't," I started. "I'm tired of hearing it. I know you and Mom don't think so, but he is coming home. I know it!"
"C'mon Tay! Stop it! You know he's not coming home! Amber was sitting up and looking at me. I wasn't looking at her, but I know she was.
"No, Amber! You stop it! Am I the only one who really loves Dad?
"It's not like that Taylor and you know it! If he was coming back, he would have said so!"
"But he said he'd never leave us!"
"And he did! Taylor, he's just like Madison. He left us."
"Dad is nothing like Madison! He will be-"
"Taylor! He's gone. That's all there is to it. He's gone." By this point I was sitting up already. Tears fell down my eyes like raindrops on a window. Amber and I sat up together for a while until she laid back down. I knew she was crying. I could her sniffling. I wanted to say something but I couldn't say anything. If someone would have asked me my name, I probably wouldn't have been able to answer. Amber didn't understand. No one did.
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Jugendliteratur"Where is he?" The question ran through my head at least a million times. "When is he coming home?" I hadn't seen my dad in months. He was my everything. No one ever meant as much to me as he did. No one ever will. And he knew that. So why would he...