"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment." -Sarah Dessen.
When Brooklyn Hudson's mom gets a new job in another state, Brooklyn is ecstatic. That is until her mothe...
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I WISH I WAS ENOUGH - CHAPTER 2
I don't necessarily consider myself to be one of those kids who become upset when their parents split up. For most kids, it seemed as if the news broke them apart, making them dabble in troublesome tactics. Well, me, Nah, I was cool with my parents breaking up. They weren't married and never even thought about the idea of being together for the rest of their lives. Honestly, I don't even think they were in love. I didn't know the full story. All I knew was that the end of college was the beginning of their downfall. And what a great one it was. My mom was so busy with her new job at a high-end computer company, aka, nerd tech, and my dad was so fond of 'art' that sometimes he got locked up for it.
Yes, indeed, it is true. My father, ladies and gents, Luther Hudson Jr., was an artist to his fullest extent. The last time I saw my dad in person was when I was around ten. We don't talk much but occasionally, on holidays, I'd get a call from an unknown number, and it turns out it was usually him. Now back to the locked-up situation. My dad, was and probably still is very passionate about art and sculptures. He lives his life through his paintings.
So one day, this is just what I heard from my mom when she was dishing the dirt to my Aunt. My dad got invited to an art gallery showcase. He's thrilled to finally show his art and get known, but while his motives were utterly innocent, his actions were not. He drew the artwork of himself, mind you, in the nude. As naked as a newborn baby. But to exaggerate the message of the art piece, he became the life-sized display.
Please don't ask me what he was doing or what was running through his head. Even I don't know what would cause my crazy father to voluntarily show his not-so-spectacular goods in public.
My best guess is that he may have gotten a few pops of something that a demented street man probably sold off the corner.
But the story's moral is that my old man got arrested for public nudity.
What a shame.
So now I'm questioning my mother's motives when she announced the news to me.
How was I going to up and leave everything behind like this?
Oh, did I mention this part? My mother has planned for this move to happen by next week. And right now, it was Sunday night, and I had already started packing. I debated calling my father to see if he was truly on board with all of this. Maybe I could talk him out of it and plan my grand escape.
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