I wanted to say how sorry I was to mother, but I didn't know how. Talking, obviously, was out of the question. But was there another way I could show her how sorry I was? Maybe I could buy her an "I'm sorry" gift. But it felt really cheesy to do that. What if I gave her a hug? No, a hug wasn't enough. Mom wanted to hear my voice and I knew it. I didn't feel like there was any other way out, so I avoided mom for the rest of the day.
Once Sarah was happy to find that all of her stuffed animals had been upstairs in her room, I went to see Sylvie, who was in her room packing.
"I have to go back to school," Sylvie explained, "But I'll be back for dads funeral, whenever that is."
Sylvie lifted her suitcase off the bed and put the wheels on the ground. I followed her to the door and she looked back at me with a sad smile on her face. "Well, goodbye Rose. See you soon, I guess."
I hated that Sylvie had to go away now. Even though she was sometimes annoying and stuck-up I loved her. I couldn't bear to part with anymore of my family. I just wanted everyone together so that nothing would happen to us.
That night, mom told me to go to bed. I went up and changed quickly and hopped in bed with most of the lights on. Mom peeked in at me, blew me a kiss and before I could tell her not to, she turned the lights off and shut the door.