One Hope- Part Two~!

The bell rang millions of seconds later. Instead of taking the bus with Chealsea I ran half a mile home. Everything was a mess…
“Hey, Mom! I’m home!” I screamed. “I’m in the kitchen,” sang back my mothers sweet honey voice. I walked into the kitchen and stuck the flyer in my mom’s hand. I then chose to sit down at the table and grab a delicious brownie my mom had just baked. As my mom read the flyer, I took a big bite of the chocolaty brownie. Then my mom stuck the flyer in her apron pocket and got back to icing a cake. I thought this was the best time to ask, so I asked as casually as possible, “Where’s dad?” My mom’s big beautiful eyes started to turn glassy. She looked at me with her bright blue-green eyes and choked out, “We’ll talk later, sweetie.” I shrugged my shoulders and walked up the stairs to my room.
When I reached my room I flopped onto the bed and thought about why she didn’t tell me. There had to be a good reason, my mom always told me everything. I pulled my diary from when I was small and opened it up. The picture of my mom and dad was replaced by an old picture of my dad. I had found it my mom’s sock drawer. Who knew people hid things in weird places? I had glued rhinestones to form a heart around my dad’s picture. Then I started to write:
‘Mom is always hiding things about dad! Why does she do this to me? I deserve to know! I’m a STRAIGHT ‘A’ student! And I never ask her for anything big, except to bring me to the water park that just opened over the summer for a month! And she’s being totally secretive! I want to know what is wrong. And I intend to find out…’

I looked up from my diary. The page was stained with tears. I couldn’t believe that mom was hiding secrets from me. I was thirteen, and I needed to know. “Darling, it’s time for dinner!” my mom yelled. I wiped my eyes and plastered a smile on my face and flounced down the stairs like it was my castle. And I was ready with my questions to find out more about my dad.
I stared at the plate, and I blurted out my question, “ So where is dad?” My mom’s sweet face frowned a little. She was caught off guard. I asked millions of questions, my voice grew higher with each question. I was so eager to get my answers I didn’t notice the tears that were falling down her face. She turned her head and I didn’t notice. I wanted my answers and she had promised me some. So I continued to rattle off my questions hoping she would answer them right away. When I saw her I saw her wet pale cheeks and she got ready to tell me something. I smiled at the thought about getting to know my dad. But I didn’t know what was going to happen.