Waking Up

I wake up today, and it is as if nothing has changed.

While everyone else gets to enjoy the fireworks and food today, my mother and I get to go take care of a few things at my father's house.

I know things have changed. I remember my tearful episode from yesterday. The fact that I ran to one man for comfort even when he had things to do. That means something to me. That he was the first one I called and wanted to tell. The one that I cried to. The one that held me when I cried and didn't expect me to say anything. It means something.