in New Jersey
After I fled up the stairs I started talking to the wall, actually I was shouting at it.
"What is wrong with her?! I was only trying to look for a picture of dad. Yeah, I lied, but she would of done the same thing if her mother was like mine and she was in my type of position! Somtimes I feel like I just want to run away and find my dad. That would be a story I would never forget. Oh no, don't get me started on running away from home. That's just in the stupid fairytale movies."
I sounded crazy talking to a Spongebob poster on the wall and also I was even crazier to think about running away from home. Maybe I wasn't. I'm not going to get my mind to think that I'm running away from home. I bet I couldn't walk a two blocks away from my house, even if I tried. I might as well give up fait and just close my eyes and forget about seeing the eyes of my father again.
I have one further question though. Why would my mom be so emotional about me going in her den. Was it because there are precious memories that she doesn't want me to touch, or does she not want me to find anything of my dad. All these questions must find an answer and I will it even if it means going in my mother's den again. Do I have enough guts? Just remember it's for my father.
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