“I feel crap for doing it, and never understand why.”
She sat next to me, and rubbed my back.
“Isn’t it better that you have one parent alive rather than none.”
I shot a look at her, thinking that I’d never thought that, not for one second. Sure, mom and I fought once in a while, but I never wished her dead in dad’s place. But then that wasn’t what she meant, actions spoke louder than words.
I sighed, “I’ll go back home and make it up to her. Or at least try.”
She winked, “Do better than try!”
I wrapped my arms around her, thinking that I was going to miss her. I didn’t have any friends in high school, and now I had two in college. I would go back home to no friends, and no dad. That didn’t mean that I was going home to no one. I still had mom and Nan, which was a lot better than most had, and I had to learn to appreciate them a lot better than I’d been doing to date.