Finding Mother

15 years

The last time I saw my mother was Fifteen years ago. I've heard she was captured, went missing. Far away from Pennsylvania, who knows where she's at. I was small and I don't remember much of her. That's a great way to start a Monday morning. Thinking about my probably dead mom. I glanced down at my phone and looked at the time. I was late, so I rushed downstairs and was greeted by my dog, Macy, who was different than all the other dogs, a secret from society, given to me by my mother.

I rushed to the kitchen got a piece of toast, put it in the toaster, ya' know. The default breakfast. Well, It's either that or cereal. I scarfed it down, brushed my teeth, put on my jeans and sweatshirt. Put my hair in a messy bun. Then I noticed the time. I had already missed my first period. I finalized my daily routine of getting ready. As always. Great. Now how will I face my Dad while going downstairs!? Here's how: Water. Face. I scrubbed my cheeks with water,  Acted like I was crying about the loss of Mother.

That's when I ran to ask my dad for the usual note people get when they are late. That they were grieving for their lost parent. I then saw.. He wasn't there.  Great! Great! Now, I'm doomed! Not only am I screwed for school, but I can't find my Dad! He was usually back in his workshop, finding new ways that people would be able to find their parents. He was an inventor, as most people are.

Sure enough, he was there In my head I said, " Please don't let the water have dried!" I mustered up my best devastated look and my dad. He understood. Thank goodness! I told him I was late and he gave me the note. He said " You all ready? You know you can always take a day off..." I interrupted him and said "Dad, for the last time. Sometimes, I just need  a little break in the morning." We embraced, and he kissed me on the cheek, handed me the note. And I thanked him. Then I was off.