I laid in bed, hoping Mother would rush in telling me we were leaving and never coming back. 
That we were going home and leaving this house that wasnt my own. 
That in just a few short hours i would be back in my bed.
And everything would be fine.
 
Instead Mother came in with New Father.
"Honey, are you ready for bed?" My mother said staring at me, with our eyes meeting. She had tears in her eyes. Her dress was sitting on her knees, and she was missing an earing in one ear. 
Three things are wrong with that. One, my Mother Never looks me in the eyes, Something to do with it making people unconfortable. Two, She likes everything to be the same and shes missing an earing. My Mother would never allow that too happen too her. Three, In my Whole 15 years of existance, while living with my mom; she has never once called me 'Honey'.

I sit up from bed and looked my mom up and down. She also had a scratch on her knee.