Chapter Forty-Six

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It was a month later, and I still had not heard from Mom. Well, her crazy half. No, not crazy. It was not her fault that she went off her rocker.

A large section of her brain was making her go insane and killing people. And to think that she was planning on doing the same to me and Amy if Dad, Kira, Milo, and Jade had not come in time. But despite that, I still loved her.

I was glad that she was getting the help that she so desperately needed and left Forlot for a while. I could not wait to see her again. The new her. Maybe, just maybe, if she was cured of her craziness, she and Kira - the other half of my mother - could come back together and be one again. That would be great!

Speaking of Kira, things were getting much better with her. I keep apologizing to her for being mad at her and yelling at her and accusing her of murder, and she always keeps telling me that it was fine and that she would have done the same things.

Heh. Like mother, like son.

As for Dad, he and I patched up the tension between us and are now closer than ever. We help each other through everyday events, such as cooking and creativity. And yes, Amy is doing great too. Like me, she missed Donna, but was being patient for her return home.

One morning, Kira - or should I say, Mom - and Dad were in the kitchen and going through some mail. I had awoken from another good night's sleep and walked into the kitchen. Amy was still fast asleep.

"Morning, Mom and Dad," I said. "Anything in the mail for me?" I hardly receive any mail. That does not keep me from asking.

"Actually, yes," Dad replied. He held out a white envelope. "It is from a special someone."

My face lit up, and I quickly took the envelope. I ripped it open and pulled out a piece of paper. It was a letter.

"Jackson, I am coming home. I finished both my therapy and surgery. I was told that I would be returning home."

The letter did not say who it was from. But I did not care, for I already knew who sent me it.

Donna. She was coming home to her loving family.

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