I am sitting in the car, anticipating a word, a gesture from the man driving. My father hadn't said much since we left my mothers. I knew that it would be the last time I saw her for a while, but I don't believe he wanted me to face that fact just yet. The silence I feel is deafening. The only sound is the that of the window wipers in the rain, and the soft sounds of my dads favorite station. A tear drop made its way down my face, and that was enough to make him break the silence.
He let me know it wasn't meant to be, that living there would just make me unhappy. The arrangement was made, the papers signed. And so, my life with my only single parent started. It took me a while to come to the realization that I had to do whats right for me. Weather it mean I was happy or just mildly content, I had to do so. His presence in my mothers house was degrading the good life we had. As half my family falls apart, I wait for the day when she realizes what shes done. And as I wait, I ponder on the questions stuck in my head, and eagerly try and find the answers. I have found one eternal answer, however ; make sure you are content with your life. That you are reaching your goals, and you are fulfilling your dreams. I mean, no one can be the author of your autobiography, and no one chooses whether you move forward or backwards. In the end, your are the only one who can move your pawn when its your move.
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