It seemed so stupid for her to get worked up over a little lie. When I saw her van pull up, I had to do everything Ito keep myself from running up to her. I’m mad at her I reminded myself. When she saw me, her tear streaked face lit up instantly. “Meg” she cried, “I’m so sorry I left. I just had some thinking to do.” When she hugged me I felt her trembling. What had gotten into her? “Mom? What is it?” “Nothing.” She replied, “i just need to get some sleep.” Once again she left me, but this time just for the comfort of her bed. 

The next few days my mom had been doing nothing but crying. I tried to pretend I didn’t notice, but it was a little hard to do when all she did was lay around, cry, and eat. So when I got home to find my mom sitting on the floor crying into her knees it seemed normal, just like a new routine. “Meg.” she croaked “go get your big suit case from the basement and get packed. We might be gone for a while.” What? My mind was bombarded with questions, but I did as I was told, trying to keep her from getting upset. I had no idea where we were going, so I packed for any weather. I walked to the car, suit case in hand. 

We left right aways. “I know I owe you an explanation” mom started, “but I just can’t give you one right now.” She continued to cry as we drove, so I couldn’t fall asleep. At about one in the morning we stopped at a bank, my mom taking out 3,00 dollars. The realization hit me of how weird this was, and I started to cry. The only person I had to talk to was my mom, and I honestly didn’t think she cared about me right then.

 We stopped at a motel for the night, but before my mom got into bed I cornered her. “Mom,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady “It’s only right for you to tell me what’s going on right now. Please, I know it might be hard for you, but I’m practically grown up. I’ll be okay.” I let out a deep breath. 

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