The Big Dream

Chapter 3

I walked to the car from my father's tombstone. There sat my mom reading a book. She has loved reading for as long as I could remember. At night, I would hear her read to Priscilla about fantasy characters; filling her dreams that night with unicorns and rainbows. Priscilla, seven years old, would talk about them every day saying she would love to be like Ariel. Mom would always make sure that Priscilla was enjoying her childhood, because Max, Sarah, and my childhoods were cut short when our father died.

Max had been very outgoing before our father died. He used to play baseball, be a boy scout, and strive for excellence;mainly cause dad was there to push him. Now, being the only guy in the family has taken it's toll on him. He's no longer as interested in life as he was; it now contains headphones in every second, bad grades, and stuck in his room when he's not forced to come out. As for Sarah, she took an opposite route. She gets good grades, helps around the house, and tries her best to become like mom. I'm not really sure how dad's death impacted me yet.

Once Mom looked up from her book she say me and pulled up to the curb. I got into the car and we sat in silence. This was how it was when we visited dad. Just to have some time to take things in. Mom began driving towards school. Once we were there, I kissed her cheek and told her I loved her. With that, I hopped out of the car and watched her drive off. Then, I turned toward the school and headed inside.