The Letter Boy

The Goodbye

I watched as my grandfather leave for the plane to America. Mum was crying but I was tired. Tired of watching my close family move away.
What was wrong with Australia? Isn't Australia good enough? Sure we were in the outback with hardly any water, but life was fun. The sad thing was, that grandpa was the 5th one we watched go over to another country. We didn't say anything except that we weren't gonna go off to a foreign country.
I turned to mum. "When are we going to see them again?" I asked mum. Mum just shook her head with tears in her eyes. "We'll see them when your father comes back, Tony."
As mum said that tears sprung to my eyes because I knew that would be in a really long time. I haven't seen dad since I was six years old because dad went to Canada when I was eight. No-one knows where he is or what he is doing. We have never heard of him since.
My dad was a nice guy. We played music together. I play violin and my father plays piano. But as I grew older, we kind of stopped seeing each other as much. My dad started going out for a long time so it was usually just mum and I. My mum wasn't so bad either though. We sat in the night, watching the majestic stars in the dark sky. My mum never really talked much but I kinda knew what she was thinking. She would give a look and I would always know. I guess it's that parent connection thing.
Enough about that. It makes me feel emotional when I think about those kind of things.
I turned away from the plane, that taking my grandfather away. I didn't want to stay at this place for any longer. I started to walk away but something grabbed my arm. I looked back in surprise at my mother. She gave me that look, a sad one too.
I stuck with her for the rest of the evening, as she sat down with a blank expression. I knew something was missing from her. This time I couldn't understand her expression.

UNFINISHED