Leaving Descriptive Writing

I knew he was leaving. I could see the anxious anticipation in my mothers body language in the days before. I knew he was leaving. I coud hear him still rummaging around in the closet, carefully selecting the uniforms that he would wear when he was gone. I felt a slight pain in my chest knowing that I would now become the man of the house once again. I saw him lay his duffel bag along with his carry on in the corner of the living room that he and I had painted the month before. I glanced up to the far left corner of the room allowing a smal grin to appear on my face as I finally found the small spot of paint on the otherwise spotlessly white ceiling, rembering the laughs shared. A small mistake at the end of a long job that had cause so much
Thinking about the fact that our home woud now be without it leader made my eyes water. My father walked out of the closet and looked out of the door of my parents bedroom. He saw me standing there as my eyes filled with water. He slowly walked over to me maintaining eye contact the entire way. He grabbed my shoulders that were almost an inch higher than his, but this simple act made the tears openly flow down my cheeks like a creek finally relasing the built up water of previous rainfall. The tears fell down my face and dribbled into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of the tears even with my mouth closed. He drew me in to a long embrace, and whispered into my ear, "It will all be alright. You have to watch out for your mother and sister now since I wont be here to do the job. Don't get in too much trouble with your friends. Enjoy your last year of high school and make some memories because it will fly by. Trust
My shoulders bounced up and down like a jockey on a horse as I tried to calm myself down and stop crying. I knew that military kids were supposed to be tough and I wanted my father to be proud of me. My father crounched down making himself almost as tall as my little sister. She was also crying, but she didnt truly understand what was going on and the danger that my father was about to willingly submit himself to. He looked into her eys and pulled her into a hug. She clung to him like a monkey. My father pryed her off of himself with a little help from me and stepped in front of my mother. They held one another's glance for a moment searching each others' thoughts and seeming to read one another, they embraced one another simaltaneously. They exchanged private words that contained so much love and affection it was almost visible. My father looked at all three of us after he and my mother had finished saying their private goobyes. He said, " I love you all. I know that this is-" he faltered slightly, getting choked up before he composed himslef and continued, "this is going to be hard for us, but we are all strong and we will make it through this