My dad died about three months ago, leaving behind only his memories. The killer was colon cancer, something that no one's really afraid about. Ever since lung cancer and stuff like that began to get popular, no one looked at my dad like he was a hero anymore. I still loved him though, at the certain moments he would have trouble getting out of bed and I would go to see if he was alright, it would put me in tears to see that he was having such a hard time. All he would do then, is stroke my long blond hair out of my eyes and whisper slowly and quietly, it's okay, it's okay.
Soon enough one morning I woke up and went to check on him, and he was gone. We saw this coming; the hospital let him out of they're care so he could spend his final weeks with his family, but its always hard to see someone you knew for half your life finally disappear.
I fell upon tears as my mother explained how my father died, and I looked through the window, truing to make sure no one in the car would see that My face was redder and wetter than a tomato fresh out of the produce aisle. I could her my mother sniffling, and I think I even heard Daryl crying. I looked into the back of the car, and sure enough, Daryl was eating a Sub Sandwich. He looked up fora moment, embarrassed, tucking the sandwich into the parchment paper Subway bag.
"Sorry" He stammered, as a tiny cripple of mayo slid down his chin.
"I didn't have the chance to eat lunch yet"
The car ride continued for what seemed like a long, unspectacular period, until we finally dropped Daryl off at his house, things got interesting.
My mother pulled out a brochure out of the glove compartment.
"Surprise!" She shrieked, joyfully.
She passed the brochure to me and I started to read it cautiously, for the fear that it may be something that my mother would probably like more than me.
"Food truck camp?" I questioned.
"Sure! It's a wonderful way to impress the public and make new friends!" My mother answered happily.
The brochure looked like it had a pizza grease stain on it, but I trusted it to find me new friends. After all, my mother did get rid of all my real friends.
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RomanceAfter my mother feel upon grief after my father passed away, she'll try to do anything she can to make me leave the house, so she can sneak off to an alley, where she meets a bunch of guys she found on Match.com. It's kind of awkward when your mom h...
