Bump
Mom just left. She came downstairs and said she was taking my little brother to a friends house in wenatchee, and she is supposedly staying for a few days, but I can feel that she won't come back. I said I didn't want to go, because I couldn't leave my father here by himself, and after she left my father came downstairs crying. And this was not a usual tear in the eye, he was full on crying, and I have never seen the old man so broken down. I hugged him and told him to stay strong. I am so glad I stayed, because if I went he probably would have been so alone, no support, and would have gone insane. Right now I feel like the only thing keeping my dad alive, and it will be a lot better when my older brother gets back tomorrow.