The Story of Me

Part 2

*A couple years before*

"Hey Kayla, come here I want to tell you something," my dad whispers.

"What is it?" I questioned. He was acting a little weird, he was whispering to me like he didn't want anyone to hear yet, we were the only ones in the living room.

"I'm getting a one bedroom," he was currently living in an efficiency apartment at a complex 10 mintues from my grandma's house, where my mom and I were staying.

My parents had been separated for about a year now. They weren't divorced they're just not living together. I didn't care if they were living together, I still got to see my dad daily and that's all that matters.

But now my dad is getting a one bedroom which I thought was awesome because it ment I could sleep in a bedroom and not in the kitchen when I went over. But I'm not stupid ethier, I know this means he isn't coming back home. Since I looked on the positive side of things it didn't faze me.

"Awesome! That means you wont have to move the bed to go pee at night!" I reply back after careful thought.

"Yeah, but your mom isn't happy about it." he says with a sad look on his face.

My father was average height for a man, he had such dark brown hair it looked black, hazel eyes, and eyebrows that curved into, what looks like, horns, but he plucked them so you couldn't tell. He wasn't skinny or muscular just a little chubby.

My mom was different. She had brown hair that went to her knees, blue eyes, she was average height for a women and wasn't chubby, fat or skinny, just inbetween.

"Sorry," is the only thing I could say.

I don't know why my parents split but then again I was only 8 years young.