When you have to start over, no one tells you it's going to be hard. In fact, you won't even have a clue about the problems that you'll face until you absolutely have to face them. You don't get a red notice tucked in your screen door, you don't get a letter of apology in the mail, and you damn sure don't receive an answer to any of the questions that you have.When you have to start over, no one prepares you for the hurt, or for the rage. Instead, they expect you to endure it with courage and smile through the sting of it. But that's not realistic.
When my father died, it was a shock. I remember how the day it happened had been so perfect, and I remember being the happiest I had ever been. I hadn't thought twice about his trip to the sports bar and I had expected him to come home with joy in his eyes, like he always did. But it seems, when you expect something, you're given the opposite. I didn't get my father back that night and I didn't get any of the joy I had hoped for. All I received was a sickening call stating that my father was found dead in an alley behind a pub.
But I was the only one who shed a tear that night, I was the only one who felt raw inside. My mother took the call as if it was someone who had dialed the wrong number, not the police announcing my father's death. That same night, she began packing. " We're moving," she said simply.
Oh, how I wanted to shake that woman. I wanted to fight her, bite her, and scream at her that she needed to take this seriously. But I've never been that outspoken. So, with a small nod, I let her force me to pack clothes for a move. " We're gonna start over, Calla. Just you and me." Start over. I don't think she realized how big of an impact those two words would have on me. Or maybe, it wasn't her wish to care.
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Forsaking Lilly
Übernatürliches" Even the flowers are lied to." __________________________________ After the tragic death of her Father, Calla and her mother move to Texas for a fresh start. Grieving, though her mother does not, Calla tries to make a home out of the ruins of her...
