Personal Narrative: My Dad Is Going Away

My dad is going away. That is all I could think about the entire length of the car ride to Brighton. Mom says we will all be okay, that Daddy will be home soon, but there is something about the way she keeps on repeating it that makes me wonder if there is a secret that she is still not telling me. Dad and Mom both keep locking eyes and Dad periodically glances up into the rearview mirror to check if we are all still asleep. I keep my eyes squeezed shut so he doesn’t know I am listening but it is dark so I don’t think he would’ve noticed if they weren’t. There are five of us kids. Grant, me, Clara, Wesley, and little baby Gerald. I think they are all asleep.
I still remember the couple weeks ago when Daddy told us his big news. We were all
I squeezed him as hard as I could and tried to never let go. I thought maybe if I just kept holding onto him, he wouldn’t leave. Mom told me it was Grant’s turn to say goodbye to Daddy and he too tried his best to make him stay. I don’t think Wesley knew Dad was leaving for a long time because he didn’t squeeze that hard and he didn’t cry. Gerald was crying, but only because he was hungry and that is what babies do. Clara kept hanging on Dad’s leg asking him where he was going. Mom was trying hard to keep her tears in, I could tell and when she came back from having her last moment with Dad, her eyes are were all red and
A couple days ago, while me and Julianna were jumping on the trampoline, we started talking about how cool it would be to jump on it at night. We decided we really wanted to try it so we came up with a plan. Last night we did it. We had to wait until everybody went to bed. We were staying up in her bedroom so we were extra quiet when walking down the stairs. We got on our shoes and snuck as quiet as possible out the door. When we got out onto the porch it was kind of drizzling but we were brave so we decided to go anyways. We ran at top speed down the hill, threw our shoes off, and started jumping. That was when it really started to rain. After a few jumps, I looked up and saw something. I am almost positive it was a fox. I screamed and me and Juju scurried off the tramp and tried to put our shoes on. I was wearing my yellow mud boots with the broken zipper and I could not for the life of me get one of them on. I finally gave up and took off running with one shoe on up to the house. When we made it upstairs into Juju’s bed, we realized our jammies were wet so we slept in our undies. We had to hug each other because we were both shaking from cold and fright and it took a while to fall