I confronted my dad on the woman, though. I just wanted to hear him lie, or see if he would tell the truth.
"Daddy, who's the woman your seeing?" I asked one day while I was watching tv with him.
"Oh, uh, uh, um, well...." He got really nervous. And I mean really nervous. I don't know why though. I mean, if my mom was going to die like he thought, then he had nothing to worry about, right?
"Well, we kinda work together, and uh, we're doing a big project at work. Like how you have partners at school for projects? Melissa is my partner for a job project. An important project. So we um, have to be together alot....and um...." He trailed off. I guess by the look on my face he could tell I knew he was lying.
"Mmhmm. Cool. Okay then." I said and turned back to the tv. I heard him breath a sigh of relief which probably meant he went back to thinking I didn't know anything. But of course, I did.
I didn't tell my mom and I didn't want to because it would make her feel worse than she already was. I just kept my mouth shut whenever my dad did or said something that I would've told my mom if she wasn't sick.
Two weeks later, we all went with my mom for a doctors appointment. We waited outside, in the waiting room for probably about fifteen or twenty minutes, but to me it felt like hours.
The doctor, Dr. Garth, came out and summoned us into the room.
"Well, uh, okay, Smiths. Well I am so so sorry to have to tell you the news," she smiles sadly. I wanted to punch her.
"Your mom, or Teresa, is not going to live for very long. She has a very bad form of breast cancer. The longest she'll live is uh...... I'm giving her three months. I am truly sorry." Dr. Garth nods her head and walks out.
I wanted to run after her, begging, pleading that she saves my mom. But my legs were glued to the floor. I started crying right away and my mom had tears forming. My dad, however, showed no emotion. Just staring straight at the wall.
Kaileigh was sleeping in her little pink carrier and her yellow blanket with a duck on it was wrapped around her. She looked so peaceful. My mom wouldn't get to see her grow up. I kept thinking that over and over plenty of times. I would cry because I pictured myself in that position; not getting to see my baby grow up, not being there for her.
We all kinda sat there for a couple more minutes until my dad said it was getting late and we should get going. It was only 6:00.
When we got home, my mom went straight to bed, saying she was really tired and she's not hungry. Cancer can really wear you out.
My dad showed too much enthusiasm when he said goodnight to her. I don't think she noticed, but I did. He was a little too happy she was going to bed early.
"I'm going to call Melissa, okay?" My dad said. Uh, like I really cared.
"Okay. I think I'm just going to go to my room, anyway." I said tiredly. He nodded and rushed into the basement and shut the door.
I started to go upstairs, but then suddenly I was curious why he went in there so fast and he looked nervous. What was he doing? I thought to myself.
I tiptoed to the basement door and opened it, being careful not to make any noise. I heard talking and a women's voice and I froze. To be honest, I got kinda scared.
"Oh, Jack. I'm so sorry about your wife. Come on, lets do something!" The voice said. It must be Melissa. I thought.
I turned on my heel and headed straight for the stairs. I ran up them, two at a time, and went into my mom and dads room.
"Hi, honey. Want to lay down with your mom?" My mom said tiredly, her eyes half closed.
"Yeah, can I sleep in here tonight?" I asked.
"Of course." And I climbed into bed with her. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I could only think of one thought.
This might be the only chance I get.
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