I knew the morning of the first throw up, that my life would soon be altering.
At first she was in denial that I was leaving her, but then she began to see the bags and boxes moving upstairs and she knew then that something was amidst.
For the first few days she gave me the cold shoulder, barely talking to anyone, however, in secret every night she would express her concern to my father.
Days rolled by and more and more boxes were being brought upstairs.
Her behavior began to drastically change.
She began pouting about the house and sleeping more than usual.
Some nights she would sleep up close to me, others she would sleep elsewhere.
She began to eat less, and soon became a ghost to me.
I kept trying to comfort her, telling her everything will be okay, but she would just turn her back and not hear me out...
She confronted me as the day of my departure drew closer, yelling at me, asking me why I was leaving her in such a dire time of need....
And I told her that I was off on a journey that she could not accompany me on, but that I still loved her and that someday I would return a changed man.
Although adamant about me leaving, she told me that in order for me to leave I had to give her one last belly rub and so I did.
I loaded up the car and took one last look at the window in the house and there she was looking at me, trying to conceal herself behind the curtains as I slowly drove away, ready to embark on the next chapter of my college education....
At first she was in denial that I was leaving her, but then she began to see the bags and boxes moving upstairs and she knew then that something was amidst.
For the first few days she gave me the cold shoulder, barely talking to anyone, however, in secret every night she would express her concern to my father.
Days rolled by and more and more boxes were being brought upstairs.
Her behavior began to drastically change.
She began pouting about the house and sleeping more than usual.
Some nights she would sleep up close to me, others she would sleep elsewhere.
She began to eat less, and soon became a ghost to me.
I kept trying to comfort her, telling her everything will be okay, but she would just turn her back and not hear me out...
She confronted me as the day of my departure drew closer, yelling at me, asking me why I was leaving her in such a dire time of need....
And I told her that I was off on a journey that she could not accompany me on, but that I still loved her and that someday I would return a changed man.
Although adamant about me leaving, she told me that in order for me to leave I had to give her one last belly rub and so I did.
I loaded up the car and took one last look at the window in the house and there she was looking at me, trying to conceal herself behind the curtains as I slowly drove away, ready to embark on the next chapter of my college education....