I walked home from school that day, cold. The clouds were gray. As I walked through the garden, hearing my moms soothing humming, she seemed more down than usual. But as I try to walk past her to the front steps, her mother stopped her. "Hey mom." I said.
"Hey Margret..." Said mom, all gloomy.
As Margret walked to her right, then turned left, she reached her room. She suddenly felt empty, like if something was missing. As she turned around, she saw moving boxes.
"Mom... What's all of this?" I say, still in shock. I turn and see mom with this unbelievably regretful face.
"Come to the living room, we need to talk." She almost whispered. We walked in complete silence. I was just about to blurt out all my questions, but figured that she would answer most of them.
