Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days

Day 96

Dear Diary,
I heard mom crying in the kitchen this morning as she made our usual breakfast before I went to school and she went to work.

I stood behind the doorway so she couldn't see me. But I saw her as she sat at the bench crying into the palms of her hands. Her shoulders shaking with each sob.

I wanted to go over and hug her, but I knew that this is something she didn't want me to see. So I pretended that I didn't. Sitting there for a few minutes she rubbed away her tears and got up to resume cooking.

I waited another couple of minutes before I entered the room. Saying morning she replied with her front still facing the stove. After hearing her sniff a bit she excused them as her allergies.

My heart ached as I watched my mom. It was just us. With me leaving she would be all alone.

I didn't want her to be alone.

Love,
Annabel