Gone

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When I was little my mother used to volunteer to be a home nurse. She loved it, yet when they offered her a job, she decline by pulling out the little blue dictionary, held in her purse, and read the definition of a simple word, love. Noun; she read an intense feeling of deep affection. Synonyms: Fondness, tenderness, warmth, intimacy, attachment, endearment.. 

She could have continued on, but the lady offering the job, held her close. Me being the young boy I was, saw the tears in her eyes and ask her if she was ok. She nodded and smiled, but I didnt believe her, the tears where still there, so I told her rather proudly that mommy can fix you. She laughed, your a very handsome young boy, get your looks straight from your mother, and then smiled at my mom. She whispered a quick thank you and walked away.

She was right though, I looked alot like my mother. I have her straight, thin nose, her warm honey brown eyes, her thick brown hair upon my head, and I didnt realize back then, but I also had her caring personality. My dad didnt mind. He said when I was born, he praised God that I looked like my mother. He said he was fine being the ugly duckling of the family.

You see, my family didnt need my mom to work, my dad made enough money and rather simply, he told her, he wouldnt want to seperate a mother from her child. Dont think my dad was always at his office, no, he made it his goal to be home every night to eat dinner with us, and to be always in the kicten, drinking coffee, in the mornings.

My parents were much in love, and they both loved me dearly, but my mom was who I was closer with. So every night she came to my little jungle themed room, and told me what she did at work. That was my favorite part of the day. I saw how much she loved doing what she did and I vowed to myself to that I would do something I loved when I grew up. So I worked hard, and I guess it paid off.

When I was sixteen, my dad got a call from a very advanced school, and asked him if I could attented my junior and senior year. I immediately said no, I couldnt leave you two alone, the house would burn down, I told them. My dad chuckled and said probably under his breath. My mother, having sharp hearing, punched him in the shoulder. Youre not helping John, He just chuckled some more. My mom looked up at me, and I stared down at her eyes, eyes that, I memorized so long ago. I saw the pain of me leaving but hope of new beginings.

So I packed, and moved across the country to my new school. I soon forgot about my home and focused on my school work. But at the end of my senior year, I got a call. One that broke my heart.