When I got home that night, my mother was sitting on the sofa with puffy eyes as red as a crayon. My mother crying? Not likely. Mom came straight to hug me. As soon as her arms were wrapped around me, she told me my father needed to see a better doctor. She knew something wasn't right. As I realized the condition my father must have been in, I cried with my mother and we wept in the silence of the house together.
Finally, I talked to Jen about last night; she just didn't understand! She must be jealous. Even though she was jealous, I never wanted to lose Jen. Brad had a date planned to cheer me up, but then I got an urgent call from my mother. She had an edge in her voice when she insisted I pick Alana up from play practice and bring her home immediately. I felt my heart drop when I received the call. I felt my face burst into a white ghastly color. I felt my life was soon to change. Instantly, Alana and I both went home to see what awaited us. Like usual, it was a quiet, quick car ride, except this time you could feel the worry around us wrapping around our lungs making it hard to breathe. When we arrived home, my mother was crying. She looked up, eyes cherry red; she explained my father had been transported to the hospital, where he took his last breath. Alana began crying, but I seemed to be numb and breathless, as if someone had knocked the wind out of me. My mother attempted to comfort Alana and Me, but nothing could stop the pain.
I got to school, and no one would even look in my direction. There were side murmurs about my family and me. There were no looks of sincerity or pity. Peers only said I got what I deserved.
