It all happened so fast. It all happened so suddenly. Like a big rush of wind that just blows. I can't explain it using words. I can't use words, but I can use my story. Because when I write, I feel free, and all worrries go behind me. I know that n...
My dad hollers at me from the garage. He's always working on something!
" What is it dad?" I question. He pulls my attention to an old, beat up canvas. Dad tells me it was a painting of a beatiful lady named Recrosea, but now, all the color has faded away.
"What's so speical about it?" I wonder.
"Don't you see?" Dad asks me, with a concerned look in his blue eyes. I don't see anything. Crazy old man!!
" No dad, I really don't know what you are talking about!" I eye dad, and he is carefully studying the painting once again. I walk over to him and put my arm around his shoulder.
"You miss mom too much. There isn't a way to bring her back dad." Dad just shakes his head and walks out of the room. I can see tears running down his cheeks. I have to admit, I got a little teary eyed too.
As I walk into the kitchen, I see a note on the counter. The writing is sloppy, and very light, just like my dads.
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The note brings back a memory from a long time ago. My mind starts to wander. All of a sudden, I hear my moms voice, " Sage! " It calls. "Mom!!" I scream.
I know what the note is for, and i've know dad was going to do this. I've known since I was 3 years old. That's when mom died.
