I slowly opened my eyes trying to blur out my mom's and dad's voice, but then something caught my attention. I heard them talking about moving. I slowly tiptoed out my room, trying to hear what else they were saying. They caught a glimpse of me. Suddenly, they stopped speaking, slowly walked towards me, trying to act like nothing happened.
"Get dressed, we're going out to eat," said my mom auspiciously. I quickly changed and we went into the car. With the radio loudly playing, I could overhear their conversation. My heart started to pound. I thought to myself, "wow. Is he really going?" I looked out the window and watched cars speed by as tears rolled down my face.
We finally arrived at the restaurant. "Honey," said my mom, "your dad is going to North Carolina." My heart started to race. It felt like someone came and kicked me in the heart and a big chunk came off. Thoughts were rushing through my mind like crazy; far too many to probably even count. It became harder for me to talk.
" Umm...I..ma...go to the...b-ath... room," I said with a gulp! When I returned, we departed. As we arrived at home, I went straight to my room, made a fort with my covers, and still crying, fell asleep.
Around four in the morning, I woke up to my dad saying goodbye, hoping it was all a dream. I suddenly realized it wasn't. I followed him out the door and gave him a big hug. My eyes started to get red and puffy again. I began to cry. He let go of me, looked in my eyes, and told me not to cry. I slowly watched him jump into his truck, trying to be strong. I heard the loud roaring sound of the engine. I never thought I would be so sad to hear that sound. He slowly drove away as I watched the back of the truck until I couldn't watch anymore.
