I couldn't sleep at all so I went for a walk when I got a call from The police department saying that they have found my dad and that he will be taken to prison. Part of me was sad but my other part was happy. "I've been through a lot and I am still strong wow way to go" I thought to myself as I pasted by my old elementary school. I missed being there. It was an escape from all the things at home. My little walk turnt into an hour of just walking. I hadn't felt that peaceful in so long. My life was falling apart and there was nothing I could do about it. My boyfriend is dead , my mom is dead , and my dad is in jail and not to mention how I am gonna have to take care of all my siblings by myself. When my mom died my little brother asked me why i wasn't crying and i told him that i was crying but not when they were there. Cause the truth is I did cry a lot every night. There was this one thing that my mom use to tell me when I was sad. "It's okay to cry but you have to know when to show sadness and when to not." As soon as I walked into the driveway of my house I saw my sister sitting on the porch steps. I went to sit next to her and she was crying a lot. I hugged her without saying anything. She started to talk but since she was crying at the same time it was hard to understand. She said "What will do? How will we pay our bills? And how will we move on?" I answered with a simple "We will find a way, we always have." I told her to come inside so we could watch a movie. We went downstairs to my room. I put on the movie and my sister was into it right away. I received a call from an unknown number. I picked up and this was the conversation. Me: "Hello who is this?" Unknown: "Hey I know this might sound weird but remember Jackson?" Me:Jackson from High school?!" Unknown: "yea I got your number a long time ago but I never called you want to talk?". We then talked for hours I opened up to him about everything. He was a great listener.
