Dark soil covered the path in front of my gray Nike tennis shoes. As I was walking with my father for awhile there was complete silence between us except our occasional small talk.
"How is school honey," my father stammered.
"Perfectly fine," I mumbled. The cold wind of the mountains blew my dark brown hair occasional across my pale face. As I observed the area around us the pine smell was very strong, it reminded me of the cabin we had when we were all such a happy family. We went up there almost every weekend, I thought to myself. But we had to sell it when the divorce happened. The trees looked bare and cold like my mother when the divorce papers went through, it looked like she had lost a part of her soul, I thought. My father stopped at the edge of a bridge and looked at me.
"Doesn't the water look beautiful," my father questioned.
I answered, "yes". Occasionally people passed us walking their dogs or just enjoying the beautiful state park, more than me and my father. I could see my father trying to talk to me but nothing came out. I guess my father didn't know what to say, my father knew I was hurt from last year but, he didn't know how to explain it to me.
