To Young
The Hardest Goodbye The creaking floor above my head awoke my deepest dreams, as I quickly sat up and ran to the doorway; I could hear the muffling sound of two people arguing. The constant pacing back and forth was my mother’s usual thing, knowing every footstep she took before she stepped into the other direction. One, Two, Three, Four and back again; her weeping voice was muffled from behind the doorway, I could only imagine her still face with piercing brown eyes staring up at my father as tears ran down her rosy circular cheeks. The pacing stopped, the muffled sound of her voice stopped, everything was still in just that moment. My body quickly crumpled to the floor in a fetal position as I realized she was gone. My sweaty palms ran through my dirty blonde hair and the sobbing began. “Suck it up” those words rang through my brain continuously haunting me, telling me to not show weakness! The words my father instilled in me when tears would even reach the corner part of my eyes. The words he knew made my body quiver at, because crying showed weakness, because crying was not condoned in the household. I was not able to say goodbye to the woman who was always there for me and as I sat on the floor merely at the age of five I realized all aspects of my world where crumbled into mere fragments of hope and possibility lost. Boom! Boom! Boom! His footsteps where drawing closer to my room, I quickly jumped to my feet and ran beneath the staircase; below the stairwell was my fathers closet. The room ran all the way from the beginning of the stairs to the very top, as I ran past multiple blue jean wranglers, cowboy hats, boots and my dads favorite boot cleaners; I suddenly stopped and sat on the floor. Realization of my parents on going happiness flooded through out my brain, and it quickly dawned on me that I did not know what exactly had taken