Westley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on.
But she's also always been the girl he lov...
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I'm thirteen years old and I'm going on a family vacation.
I'm not stupid. I know what this is. Mom and Dad are trying to act like everything is fine, like their marriage isn't falling apart and that family vacation is a way to scam themselves through the lie.
And we're going to Greece. I mean, Greece is fine, but couldn't we go to Disneyland instead? It would take less time to get there.
Apparently, Mom's always wanted to visit Greece though, so this is where we're going.
I find it odd that Dad would let Mom pick where we're going. Maybe she caught him cheating on her. I don't think he cheated on her though. Having an affair is too much effort for my father, but then again, I could be wrong.
Surprisingly, I have a nice time during the family trip. Mom and Dad are unusually civil. Because we're all sleeping in the same room at night they can't scream at each other. It's a nice change of pace. Even during the day, they smile at each other and they hold each other's hand. I don't know what's going on, but I'm not complaining.
The last evening before we leave, Mom is sitting on the beach watching the sunset and I see tears in the corner of her eyes.
I hope they're happy tears, but I'm not sure they are.
I pray that my parents can stay civil like this when we get back home, but I think that maybe this trip was like a band's farewell tour before they break up.
I'm scared that when we get back home, my parents might get a divorce.
But instead of voicing any of those worries, I just wrap my arms around my mom and lean my head against her shoulder. She kisses the top of my head and holds me too.
