I hugged my parents and watched them leave, holding back a wave of sadness. I’m sure they were doing the same.
I told Mommy everything would be fine, and I was ready for this. I didn’t lie, but… It’s ok to be scared, right? I can be ready and afraid, right? I’ve never been alone before. Never once. Someone was always at home to greet me after school; I am grateful for that. My parents loved me dearly, and I feel so lucky. But I can’t help feeling like their love stole opportunities for me to be ready for this moment.
I didn’t know whether to cry, yell, or run outside to catch my parents before they disappeared, so I sat on the couch, pinching my eyes closed, trying to force positive thoughts into my head. My dear Shiloh could tell something was wrong. She sat next to me and placed her head in my lap. I think she is the loyalist friend I have. I rewarded her with a much deserved belly rub.
