"Darling, please don't say that!" Dad yells, tears trickling down his face.

"I'm sorry, but please, Dad? This is all I ask. I want to fix things with Mom."I say, turning slightly away from him, obviously avoiding eye contact.

He lets out a long sigh.

"Dad, remmeber: if you love someone, you've got to let them go. Just like a lady bug, they will come back if you truly ment something to them." I say, cringing at this moment.

"You're so wise, sweetie. But, I advise you to go talk to your mother and sort things out calmly." He says with a sad smile while ruffling my hair.

"Thank you, Daddy. I'll be back by sunrise, hopefully." I say as I immediately set out to find my mother. A pang of regret hits me in the face as I don't wait for my Dad's reply.

I sigh as I look up to the countless stars in the sky.  A train of thoughts crash down on my head at this moment. They go along the lines of sometimes I just wish my anxiety would go away, but I know that if I didn't have this I wouldn't learn the perspective I have on life right now. Even the worst of things have a brighter side, and I feel like this backbone I've developed wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my anxiety.

Sure, a problem free life would be nice, but it's unrealistic. From this experience I've discovered that everyone overcomes obstacles in their life, even if they seem like the happiest person ever. Most people, including me, seem to doubt that because of how perfect everything seems to appear.

I let out a really long, painful sigh after thinking that. I then dart my head back and forth, trying to see if I can spot my mother. All that's going through my head is where could she possibly have gone? A stream of curses are muttered under my breath as I plop down on my bench, ignoring my surroundings completely.

I look to the sea to spot the beach my mother and I used to always surf at when business wasn't as good.

A sad smile forms on my face as the memory surges through my head. That was before my anxiety got so bad and she wasn't as stressed. She and I would hang out at this exact bench. While we  were here, she'd buy me icecream. When I was halfway done with it, she'd splat it all over my face and we'd start cracking up. Then I would take her ice cream and splat it all over her face. She'd give me a playful glare and then start tickling me.