Things You’ve Missed
It was cool and dark as I made my way home from the park. The wind softly blew and leaves crunched beneath my feet. I chased after them as they scurried down the sidewalk, eager to step on each one. My two brothers, Dale and Dan, were following not far behind me. They were laughing and talking with our friends that lived just a few houses down from us. I sped up, wanting to leave my brothers behind in hopes that I could finally beat them home.
It was getting darker and the streetlights had been on for over an hour, meaning my mother would be waiting at the front door to scold us for being late. I turned the corner and saw my house. I had always liked how it was the middle house in the court. I felt like a grown up being able to find my way home on my own, even though I was only eight. As I walked closer to my house, I realized something was different. There were about ten cars parked outside instead of the usual one that my parents shared. I started to race home, wanting to find out why all those cars were there. I reached my driveway and instead of taking the steps, I started to walk up the little hill that lead to my front door. My cousin Kendall, who was only six, was standing on my front yard. That’s weird, I thought. Why are my cousins here? I was going to ask him what he was doing, but he interrupted me. “Your dad’s dead” he said calmly, not realizing his three words would destroy my world. I didn’t scream at him or stop and ask what happened. “No he’s not” I said just as calm, and opened my door and walked inside.
All the lights in my house were on, and there were shoes scattered on the floor. I didn’t recognize any of them. I slipped my shoes off and neatly put them in the corner, just like my mom had made me do every time I walked into the house. I looked up and tried to see through the banister, but my father’s hospital bed was blocking the view. I heard screaming and crying. People were whispering “It’s gonna be okay”...