The Day Parents Left
"Don't forget to finalize those policy name changes with the car insurance."
"Yes"
"And dont't forget to always fill your car up with gas before it reaches the quarter mark."
"Inzain"
"And always pay bills as they come, stop buying clothes."
Mom pipes in "eshde3wa eb tesm3 klamk, nseet bntk betro7 il souk bachir o betfls o ibteg3d?"
"And don't forget to search for an apartment if you feel like you want to leave the dorms next year."
"Ola!"
"Eeeee! and listen, don't drive at night alone."
"Yes, adri"
"And use the calling cards when you need to call home" (i7lif ;p?)
"Ok"
"And book an early flight if you decide to travel to Denver"
"Eee"
"O lat they3een a'3rathch, galbch kla meyet, zain ma et they3een ro7ch!"
"Eee"
I think I will stop here. You get the point. This was a full-day conversation that I have summarized in a few sentences. After two months of standing by my side, my parents are leaving. I am not sure how I am supposed to handle all of this. After two months of arguing, shopping, laughing, and hugging, this will all be gone in a few hours. What will this new feeling be like? Am I going to cry? What if I really do get broke? I can't run to daddy like you Americans anymore. But I can steal. Just kidding. For the first time in my life, I drive home alone, in the dark, to be with myself, at 10:00 PM. I park in the garage and walk back silently. But then I turned on my lights and yelled as loud as I could
"PAAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!"
Ok, that's NOT what happened, but I wish it were! The real ending was lame. I worked on math homework (see what I mean?) in preparation for the next day. My parents bought the world and handed it to me for free, I will never thank them enough for everything they've done the past two months, nor can I ever return that love, or money, or myself in any way that would equal what they've done for me. Life goes on, even when you are not ready.
"Yes"
"And dont't forget to always fill your car up with gas before it reaches the quarter mark."
"Inzain"
"And always pay bills as they come, stop buying clothes."
Mom pipes in "eshde3wa eb tesm3 klamk, nseet bntk betro7 il souk bachir o betfls o ibteg3d?"
"And don't forget to search for an apartment if you feel like you want to leave the dorms next year."
"Ola!"
"Eeeee! and listen, don't drive at night alone."
"Yes, adri"
"And use the calling cards when you need to call home" (i7lif ;p?)
"Ok"
"And book an early flight if you decide to travel to Denver"
"Eee"
"O lat they3een a'3rathch, galbch kla meyet, zain ma et they3een ro7ch!"
"Eee"
I think I will stop here. You get the point. This was a full-day conversation that I have summarized in a few sentences. After two months of standing by my side, my parents are leaving. I am not sure how I am supposed to handle all of this. After two months of arguing, shopping, laughing, and hugging, this will all be gone in a few hours. What will this new feeling be like? Am I going to cry? What if I really do get broke? I can't run to daddy like you Americans anymore. But I can steal. Just kidding. For the first time in my life, I drive home alone, in the dark, to be with myself, at 10:00 PM. I park in the garage and walk back silently. But then I turned on my lights and yelled as loud as I could
"PAAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!"
Ok, that's NOT what happened, but I wish it were! The real ending was lame. I worked on math homework (see what I mean?) in preparation for the next day. My parents bought the world and handed it to me for free, I will never thank them enough for everything they've done the past two months, nor can I ever return that love, or money, or myself in any way that would equal what they've done for me. Life goes on, even when you are not ready.
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