SWITCHED IDENTITIES

Chapter 2

[Recap]
As I waited, thoughts of my dad came flooding in. I can remember the day he left it was as clear as day.
[10 years ago]
"Dad, where are you going?", I asked my dad as I stepped out of my room unable to sleep just to see my dad with some luggage about to step out of the front door, I was only 7 at the time. He told me he wasn't going anywhere, which I could obviously tell was a lie. I asked again, and he said he was simply going out for some fresh air. So I asked if I could come with and no surprise there he said no, the reason being that I needed to stay with my mum but he'll be right back.
"So where are you going with those bags?"I asked. Then he looked at his bags and a tear fell from his eyes. He didn't respond he simply started backing away from me and moving towards the front door. I was still young but not stupid, I knew what was going on. My dad, whom I loved so much, was leaving both me and my mum for reasons I couldn't seem to understand. I then started crying and asked again between sobs, "What... Where are you going?"scared of what was about to happen. But again, he didn't reply. He simply opened the door crying, but before leaving, he wiped his tears and said sobbing, "I'm sorry, it's for your own good."
Which made no sense to me because I wondered how my dad leaving was to my benefit. Then he walked out the door. I quickly ran after him, but due to my diminutive nature, I fell flat on my face. When he realized he stopped on his tracks, then as if wanting to help me, he turned to face me, but then changed his mind and continued walking to his car door. As he opened the car door, he stopped again to look at me before looking up at his room window and letting one more tear drop fall. He wiped away his tears, then mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't quite hear before getting into his car and driving off, leaving me in tears on the hard ground.
[ Present Day]
Till now I still don't know who or what he was looking at because when I got back in, my mum was fast asleep and I didn't want her to worry about me, so I simply wiped my tears and acted like nothing happened.
From then on, I had no room for him in my life or in my heart. That was what I told myself anyway. I let a few tear drops fall before wiping them off and focusing on my mum. Dr. Brown had still not arrived, and my mum seemed to be getting worse.
Getting worried, I called Dr. Brown again, but she didn't answer, I tried once more, and again, there was no answer, I tried again for a 3rd time, and it was ringing, but the call was ended. Now, I was scared and shaking in my boots, worried for my poor mom. Little did I know that what happened next would change my life forever.