Life as it is.

Deathing Look.

'Emily come here.' My mom says as I walk in the door getting home from school.

'Okay.' I reply. I don't know if I did something wrong. But once I stepped in the room everyone was is... Well if looks could kill I would be dead because of my dad's look.

'You wanna tell them, Bill?' My mom asks my dad. I just look at my sisters. scared.

'you're mom and I are...' My dad is almost tearing up. 'you're mom and I are getting a file for a divorce.'

Once that word divorce slips from his lips... I couldn't help but be happy. My dad was an abusive guy to all my family. He really didn't care. He was a drunk half the time. It sucked. I look at my mom with a small grin on my face. She is looking down onto the carving of the wooden floor. A crystal watery droplet falls from her face. And smacks the floor. She started to cry. My sisters and I just sat there. We finally got up... And walked outside. We talked and talked. Just like sisters do. We finally... Figured everything in the puzzle.