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I like how the trees look when we drive by them. I like how thick they are, it looks like my mom and i are on a conveyer belt towards our new lives. I tapped my foot slightly to the beat of Bruno Mars' old song about militant explosives and heartbreak as it quietly hummed through the car speakers.. I tried not to look at my mother, the hollowed out look in her eyes scared me.
One week ago, my father and her had split up. She threw herself into  a  new project to distract herself, and this project happened to be remodeling our lives to fit a new location, and radically different circumstances, cutting out every chunk of my father from our lives.

She changed to a different work location and decided haul us across the state to our new house. We've hardly spoken since the rainbow bomb was dropped, and I really don't know what to do.

I understand it  but I don't think Mom does. It's kind of funny when kids have a better understanding of the world than adults, don't you agree? Dad said he didn't love her the way he used to. He said he was incapable of loving a woman, and he was sorry he lied to her for so long. I don't think I've ever seen someone looks so happy being sad. My dad had a small spark in his eyes when he told her, with his brow furrowed anxiously. I've never seen my father look so childish really. I held my breath at the dinner table when he put his silverware down to tell my mother the news. I knew something big was coming. I've known for a while. I didn't know he was gay, but I knew he had something bothering him for  a long, long time. I guess mom thinks it's my fault because I was the one who told him before hand he could tell us anything, we're his family after all.
When he nervously whispered out the 2 words that wrecked our family, the crinkles in his forehead reminded me how old he wasn't.
There were only 4.
It was weird, seeing my father look so young and scared, completely different from his normal elderly, and wise composure.
Mom kept eating, not taking her eyes off of the small pea mountain she was making.
She was counting down silently, tapping her foot to a non existent rhythm,
"Honey" he said softly, trying to avoid eye contact. I saw his eyes welled up with tears behind his thick lensed tortoiseshell dad glasses. "I'm gay" he whispers.
My mom gets up and leaves. I smile at dad. He slowly repeats himself, growing more and more confident with each breath.
It sounded more like he was saying it for himself, rather than us.