Leaving...

August 5

8:45am

As I'm packing my stuff, I realize that I'll barely be in this house anymore. The house that I grew up in for more than 6 years. I sigh as I finish taping up the box that had most of my clothes inside.

My grandma comes in the room with a sad, but proud expression on her face. I look at her and take a deep breath

"Mom, I'll be okay. Don't worry about me!" I tell her as I wrap my arms around her frail body.

"I know, but with everyone leaving, I'll be all alone," grandma tells me as she let's go.

My mom died when I was 12, and my dad couldn't take it because it was to much for him and I reminded him of her, my mom.

He left me with my grandma and left.

I already forgave him, and we talk sometimes, but I still miss him.

"Grandma, I will still come visit you every weekend." I say back to her, smiling widely.

She turns around with a chuckle and says "Ok, well let's go. I don't want you to be late for college."