"Mom, are you okay?" I had asked. She nodded, but I knew it wasn't true. You couldn't just look like that and be alright. She was lying, but I understood why. She didn't want her kids to be worried, but we already were. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. My mom walked over and opened.
"Cadence, who do you think it is?" My little sister, Amelia, looked up at me.
"I don't know, you're guess is just as good as mine." I said with a smile, but I did have an idea. It wouldn't surprise me if it was a soldier or an officer of some sort. They were the only ones ever knocking on our door. Oliver, my little brother, sneaked out into the hallway.
"Oliver, get back in here!" I shouted in a whisper. I was worried he might hear something, which he shouldn't have heard. Amelia and Oliver walked into the room, which they shared, to get ready for school. My mom returned to the kitchen.
"Who was that?" Her back was turned to me, so I couldn't see her face, but her shoulders were shaking. It had been bad news. Those were the most common news ever given to any of us.
"It was a leutentant." She answered quickly, but I still managed to her, what she had hoped to hide. The sorrow and hollowness of her voice. What sort of bad news could he have brought?
"Mom, what did he say? Do they want another one to leave for war?" She turned to look at me. Tears were rolling down her face in a never ending stream. She sniffed. Her eyes were cold and dead. The news had really been bad.