That night when I got home from my softball game my mom sat down and talked to us.she had told me and my sisters that my papaw had passed away that afternoon I didn't cry but I felt so emotional.so I didn't say anything I just left and went to my room for the night.but my other to sisters were crying but I rolled over and started thinking about all the things running through my head coming all together.then that's when I started crying but crying so load no one could hear me I layed under my covers crying all night.the next morning when I woke up I felt like half of me was missing like a important part of me probably because there was.that whole week I stayed in my room I was rather laying in bed or sitting at my desk staring out the window or thinking.my parents and sisters did the same at least I think but I do know that they stayed in there room.
