AnyMoreTears?

byIsabelCueli

Why,whyourdad!Whycan'tdad'sboss
choosethesecondbest!Imurmuredtomyselfatthe
table.ThatbossismeanIthoughtwhileeatingrice
andbeans.

RightthenIdidnotknowwhattosay.IknewI
couldnottellhimtostay.ThenIfeltasif,if,ifIwere
goingtocallthatbossandshoutathimwithallthe
strengthofmylungs!Ianwascomplaining,asusual,butI
alreadyfeltsomethinghadchanged.

Thekitchenwassilentamoment.Ihad
alreadyfinishedeating,butIwasfrozen,staringatthe
colorfulplate.IfeltthatifIdidnotmovetimewouldstop.
Timedidn'tandmydadgotup.

Iimmediatelystoodup.Mydadwasalreadyat
thedoorwhenIran.WhenIgottothedoorhehad
alreadydisappearedintothehallway.ThenIwondered
whyhe(theboss)senthim.(Mydad).Wasitnecessary
orwasitjustlaziness?Afterthatthoughtmydadcame
withasuitcase.Hewasleaving?!

Iknewhewasleavingsoonbutnotthatsoon!
Doyouhavetogo?Iaskedinagloomy
voice.

Ahaheresponded.Ifollowedhimtothe
door,glancingatthetheshiny,orange,woodenplanks
stucktothefloor.Iwassounhappyandnervousandall
thismixofemotions.

Isuddenlyfeltatrickledownmyback.Ididnt
thinkhewouldntwanttocomeback,butthathewouldnt
makeit.ThenIcalledIantocomesaygoodbyebuthe
wassoangryhedidntwantto.Igavemydadalasthug
andheclosedthedoor.Isunktothefloor.

IfeltasifasIweregoingtocry,andIdid.

WhenIdidnthaveanymoretearsIsighed,
andthought.
Well,atleastIdonthavetotiemyhair.
Ididnotfeelsadbutlonely.
AtleastIhadmybrother,andeventhough
meandyoufightwiththem,westilllovethem.

TheEnd