After like what felt like forever, dad was back. He didn't say anything. He looked mad, yet when you looked in his eyes, he was sad, like he was about to cry.
I have only seen dad cry two times. It was about when I was five or so, and my grandmother (his mom) died. We were at the funeral. Dad was very close with her, so he gave the speech, and after he cried and about Carla, but that was it.
Now, it looked like that would change. It looked like he was gonna cry right now, not just cry, but ball his eyes out.He looked at me for a second, then walked away. I looked at the time. It was 10 pm. Both my sisters were a sleep. I probably should be already.
If mom and dad weren't divorced, dad would be scolding me how I shouldn't be up this late, but now he just walked past me. Nothing to say. He was just different.
Maybe it was because it's been a lot, I guess. I think he should still check on his daughters, though.
I walk in the hall of the apartment. The bathroom door was slightly open. I saw dad. He was on the ground. Crying. Yes, crying. It was weird and surprising, but maybe it's reasonable. Maybe the divorce was hurting at him. Eating at
up. He was huddled. Sobbing. I couldn't stand to see him this way, yet I still stood there. In the middle of the hall outside of the door of the bathroom.
His phone rang. He rubbed his face. And answered the phone. "Hello?" Dad said, trying to sound normal, but I'm pretty sure whoever was on the phone cod tell he was crying. I don't know who was on the phone at first, but I realized who it was....
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The Cat
Genel KurguSuzanne Haly or Suzi is 11 years old and is tall, smart, funny and brown haired. Suzanne loves to look perfect and pretty. She also loves her cat, Carla. Unfortunately one day Suzi has a problem. Find out more in The Cat.
