Emotional Change

Chapter 5

I awoke in a different place. It wasn't the cemetery at all. It wasn't bumpy and cold like the cemetery, but instead warm and comforting. It wasn't strange and sensational, it was casual and dull. I didn't want to open my eyes to see where I was. I didn't want to know that I wasn't sleeping near my brother's grave. I didn't want to know that there was a slight possibility I was at home in bed and once again lonely. I simply didn't want to know, but did I have a choice? I would have to open my eyes sometime. Maybe in the afternoon or maybe in 6 years from now. Somehow, someday.

As soon as I decided to keep my indecisive eyes closed, I heard a car pull up into our driveway. I waited until I heard footsteps on the patio. Then, I sprung up not caring as I suddenly realized I was at home. I put my ear against the door and heard the clang of keys on the table. It was dad. He was finally home.

"Dad!"

No reply. Just solemn nods.

"She's not here. Do you think something happened to her?"

"I don't know honey. She didn't come home from school?"

"No." My mother said in a graspy tone.

"Do you want me to cook dinner?"

"No I got it. When can we file a police report?"

"Have you called the police? "

"No. I wanted to wait till you were home."

"That's good. We can call after dinner."

"Sure."

My mother seemed so full of sorrow. She used to tell me I was her everything.  Right now I didn't want to be her everything.  I wanted to be her nothing. At least some sort of unimportant title that would cheer her up.

My dad took her hand and stared into her eyes. They still were in love. I remember my grandparents telling me stories. One of them was how they first met.

The story went that my mother was at the Bridgewater café getting a cappuccino. My father meanwhile was in the building right across the street looking through the window. When my mother walked out of the café, my father obviously saw her, and ran straight out the building and onto the street. He walked up to her and asked her on a date and for some reason, my mother said yes. As the story goes, the night before, my mother was dumped by her fiance and she was miserable. She didn't expect that the person who asked her on a date would be the person she would be married to  a year later. She didn't expect it at all. In fact, neither did my father. He just thought that she was so beautiful that all his friends would get jealous. Apparently,  they did. However, they were so perfect together that they just clicked and they are still in love to this very day. Something I hope will become of me.

"It's alright. Don't you worry."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. In fact, will call the police together after dinner."

Oh no! The police.