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Prologue:

            As I walked down the hallway I could hear Mom’s sobs. I stood outside her door. I can’t stand to see people cry, especially Mom. She spent all day crying so much that I didn’t know if her body could produce more tears. Of course, I cried today too, he was my father. It’s just that I haven’t seen him in years.

            I ran my fingers through my long hair. I still had on my black dress and tights. The sun beating off me made me sweat all day, but now I felt uncomfortably cold.

            Slowly I opened up the door to her bedroom. She sat on her bed clutching a pillow in her arms. It was the one from dad’s side of the bed. Well, his side of the bed when he lived here. Her short dark hair was plastered to her face with tears. She had her dress on, but her jewellery was lying on top of her dresser. She didn’t look up until she heard the door shut behind me.

            “Luna,” she said surprised wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “What’s wrong?”

            “Nothing,” I said shrugging my shoulders.

            “Then why are you here?”

            “Just making sure you’re alright.”

            Mom somehow managed to pull the pillow closer to her. I timidly walked up to the bed and sat down next to her. With one arm she let go of the pillow and wrapped it around me. She pushed her wet face into my hair. The smell of her floral perfume filled my nose.

            Dad was just like this before he left. He lost his job and then he got sick. Nothing made him happy anymore. Not even Mom or me. It didn’t come as much as a surprise to me when he committed suicide. Mom refuses to talk about it, but I overheard a telephone conversation she had with Aunt Madison. Apparently, he shot himself.

            “That’s so sweet of you. You’re all I have left, Luna.” She whispered to me. “I love you.”

            “I love you too.” I whispered back.

            She dug her fingers hard into my arm. I could feel her cold, wet tears slide down my ear and neck. I patted gently onto her hand, not sure how I was suppose to comfort her.

            “I’m really tired. Can I go to bed?” I asked her. Mostly I just wanted her to take her arm off of me. I had to be careful not to say anything mean to her. I didn’t want to upset her more.

            “Okay, honey.” She said loosing her grip.

            I kissed her on the forehead and stood up. I turned and headed for the door. When my fingers wrapped around the doorknob Mom released another sob. I turned and saw her lying down on the bed. Her legs were curled up and she had her face pushed into the pillow.

            Guilt flooded through my body. I should do something, but what? I walked up to the foot of the bed. I picked up the blanket neatly placed on the bed and unfolded it. Gently I placed it down over her knowing she wasn’t going to get up until the morning.

            Mom needed someone to take care of her. I’ll try but what was a fourteen-year-old to do?

            I quietly walked out of her room and head to mine.