I couldn't really put my finger on why, but I was strangely upset with my mom. I awoke the next morning to the same painful feeling that lurked in the house. I got dressed and set my bag by the door while I waited for my ride to arrive. I wasn't sure whether or not I should talk to my dad about the situation that took place last night but I knew that if I didn't I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything that went on at school that day knowing my dad was upset somewhere. I walked down the dark hallway and just looked at my dad's door. The gut wrenching smell of cigarette smoke was spilling from the cracks of the door. It was normal for my dad to smoke once in a while, but it was strictly outside. .
My dad would never hear the end of it if my mom were to catch him smoking inside. I knocked twice and backed up waiting for the door to swing open. I heard his muffled voice say come in so I did. I opened the door not too sure what to expect. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him coil up his cigarette into his ash tray. The deep feeling of depression felt as if it could open up and swallow me whole. I looked into his eyes still red and puffy and worked up the courage to ask "Dad what's wrong? Why are you crying? Where's mom?" My voice cracked when I arrived at the last question. He looked at me and said "Your mom and I will talk to you at dinner. Don't worry about it too much. I love you and have a good day at school" As if he had spent days rehearsing it. He bent down kissed my forehead and I heard the honking of my ride in the driveway. I put my backpack over my shoulder and walked out the door not too sure what to expect this day to bring to me.
The morning classes' dragged on one by one until it was every kid's favorite part of the day, recess. I met my best friend Sam in the same place we always met and began telling her about my eventful evening I had had. She was just as helpless as I was.