CASSANDRA EVANS

My name is Cassandra Evans, born on October 3 2007. I live in Pennsylvanian but sometimes go and stay with granny in California. Well according to my dad, mum left him due to some situations which I still don't know. Dad wouldn't want to let me know why mum left. I am living with my dad without a mother to love and care for me. I really miss mum. Well during my 10 years old birthday, dad promised me a gift, eventually I realised that my gift was uncle k. Uncle k is a very kind tall man, has a blond hair with blue eyes. According to my dad uncle k is still 20 years old, and he brings a lot of gift for me whenever he is comes to my house. When he came, dad wanted me to move to my late grandpa's room and then uncle k stays in mine. But he insisted to stay in grandpa's room. Time really went fast, I was now 15 years old still without a mum. I wanted to go to a public school so that i can see my old friends from middle school, but no, daddy said I should go to a private school. Every night before going to bed, I always cry because of my mum. I really miss her so much. My uncle always come to my room to cheer me, his always telling me that mum will come back and reconcile with dad. I also noticed that dad don't longer sing my very special song and wish me good night with a kiss on my forehead. So one day I decided to go and talk to dad. I was a bit nervous when I met him, he showed me mum's picture, my baby picture and their wedding picture, and then he started crying softly, which made me cry also. He held me really close himself and hugged me really tight. I had a lot of questions to ask dad, but I was thinking if I should ask him why him and mum separated, to my surprise he answered me. He told me that they always had disagreements which often led to huge arguments. I advised him to try to listen to mum's opinions and reason things out with her. He smiled lightly and replied."things don't work that way darling" then he planted a kiss on my forehead and sent me to my room. I got to my room, picked up my laptop and searched for 'Mrs Evans', my mother. I really wanted to know her lifestyle and how she looked like. To my disappointment,there was no trace of her on the internet. I was about shutting down my laptop when I heard a knock on my door. "come in" I said. It was uncle K. He came in and sat on my bed. He asked what I was doing and I told him. He looked at me sympathetically and told me to come closer. When I did he held my hands and told me not to worry so much that things would work out fine. I didn't know when the tears started but I immediately found myself crying. He hugged and comforted me till I slept. After some few minutes dad came in and kissed my forehead, told me good night and cuddled me with my blanket, I felt his presence. Dad came home from work on a Friday night, telling me and uncle k to come to the sitting room for some family discussion. Dad told us that he would be travelling the next day, I asked him were he was going to, but he wouldn't tell me. I was very sad that now dad was leaving me, and probably wont come back just like mum did. But uncle k told me not to worry. Two days after dad's departure, I and uncle k were left alone in the house. I cried and cried just to see dad again. My beloved father. After one month passed, I noticed that dad don't pick his calls, which kept me worried. I kept on asking uncle k when dad will come back, but he keeps telling me soon. One faithful day I asked uncle k when dad will come back, but he still said soon. I asked him soon, when, what day. And he just told me I shouldn't worry much, and that's when I started crying, I cried and cried that even uncle k couldn't control me. I tried to run away from the house, but he held me very tight. I believed that if I escape I could find my missing mum and find dad also. But, uncle k wouldn't let me. Then I ran to my room and locked the door behind uncle k. I didn't let him in. In my room I carried my mum and dad's picture and started talking to them, I asked them why they left me especially mum. After some time, I slept off without opening the door for uncle k. The next day, I woke up late which was not my usual's. I went downstairs to find what to eat, but to my surprise uncle k had already prepared pancake, egg and milk, which was my favourite. But due to the situation on ground, I didn't have the appetite to eat. He tried forcing me to eat, But I wouldn't agree. I ended up eating some cereals in my room. Later that day, I told uncle k that I want to call dad, but he still didn't allow. I knew something was up, something was in his mind. And I needed to find out, so that night, I eavesdropped on his conversation. I heard him talking to someone on phone about burial, which made me scared. I kept on thinking of mum and dad and a lot of questions flooded my mind. When uncle k finished talking to the person on phone, I heard some noises, and I found out that he was crying. I knocked on his door, he told me to come in, he had wiped his tears away already. He asked me what was wrong, but I didn't answer him, instead I asked him what was wrong with him. He told me nothing, and there was a long silence from there, so I decided to break it by asking him who he was talking to on phone, why he cried after the long conversation, and why he mentioned burial in his conversation. I knew I was being nosy and all but, I just really need to know the secrete beneath it. When uncle k finally spoke, he asked me why I was spying on him. I felt kinda guilty, so I apologised. But since I already know, uncle k just had to tell me the truth. He told me that what he was about to tell me should be a little secrete between the both of us, and I said no probs.