Facing Reality

That Time of Year

It's that time of year again. The time to move! Dad is in his office packing papers in his cardboard boxes. Mom is in her bedroom putting clothes in her black suitcase. My younger brother and I, we are packing clothes and toys. Although, I'm not the one who's packing the toys. He is. As I was watching him pack his clothes and toys, I watched a tear drop onto the carpet. I bent down to ask him what was wrong. He shook his head and told me nothing. As we finished packing, Mom and Dad was putting some of their stuff in the van we had. I went to do the same thing, thinking my brother was following me. We got in the car noticing he wasn't in the car. I ran back up stairs and noticed him crying because he didn't want to leave. I madly pulled his arm to come on. He grabbed his suitcase without a word and headed down the stairs. When we got in the car, buckled up, and was ready to go, Dad looked back at us with a big grin.

"You boys ready"he said.

I shook my head yes at him. He tried turning his head at my brother, Andrew. "What about you"Dad said.

Andrew didn't say anything. He just sobered in the window.

Traveling over six hundred miles away from our home to move, I was dozing off half way there. I'm the kinda person who really don't sleep in a car while we are going somewhere, but this time I was really tired. I looked over at my brother. He was sleeping with his Batman stuffed animal. I looked forward and saw mom sitting there looking out the window. I turned my head towards the window. I looked out at the sky. The moon was glistening, it seemed like. The stars was shining and twinkling. I couldn't stop looking at the sky. It eventually put me to sleep.

When I woke up, we was only thirty some miles from our new home. I wasn't excited at all. We done this every year. This was nothing new. My dad's work would always move him every year causing us to move to a different house.

As I thought about the move, my phone dinged. I pulled it out of my pocket to see why it dinged. Carson had messaged me. Carson was a great and close friend before we moved. As I read the message, I was sort of giggling from what he had told me. He was telling me about one of my other great and close friends, Shay.

Me and Shay was like two peas in a pod. She was on of my greatest women friends. At one point in time, I had this really big crush on her, but I knew my life wouldn't consist on a relationship and us moving every year. Every year when I moved into a new school. I always saw a few pretty girls I liked, and we always became friends, but Shay was different. Me and her just connected like no one else for some reason. Shay never asked me out or I never asked her out. We just remained close friends. I wanted to be more though! Every school I've ever been to with all these moves, a few girls has liked me. I did think they was pretty girls, but like I said. Me moving every year and having to tell them bye, will only lead to heartbreaks! Now, I'm not the kind of guy that will break someones heart if I can help it.

"You up boy"Dad said.

"Yeah, I sure am"I quietly said to him, trying not to disturb my brother from his nap.

"We are almost there"Dad said.

I left the conversation as that. Me and Dad really didn't get along so well. He's always gave me everything I've ever wanted, but he just had some flaws I didn't like. When I was a bit younger, He would come home every Friday night from work with a beer in his hand. That wasn't the image I had for a dad. I wanted a dad that was always a role model to his sons. I didn't get that though. In the last few years, Dad has been clean from his beer, so He says. Sometimes he don't act it, but he tells Mom he is clean all the time. The drinking problem isn't the only reason me and Dad don't get along. One night, I over heard him and Mom arguing. I heard Dad talking about how I was a mistake. That when he got Mom pregnant, he didn't mean too. I still don't understand why they had my brother if they didn't want a child to start with.