Wyatt and I crept into the house quietly since it was about 3.30 in the morning. I walked into Dad’s office that no one ever went into when he wasn’t home. I looked around slowly. No one ever had the heart to come in here anymore till Dad got home. It felt wrong. I looked around at all the pictures Dad hung up since we lived here. It was amazing at how many pictures of Wyatt and Me were in here. Every year Mom would take a picture and he would keep it. Now 18 years was a lot, and with all the other events that hung on the walls and in photo frames on his desk and on the book shelf. It was overwhelming sometimes. But I wouldn’t change it. It shows that Dad really loved us, all of us. I put the trophy down on the desk next to his computer and turned the lights off, feeling like I needed out. I needed to try to forget that Dad was over 4,000 miles away from here. I needed to forget that he may not come home. I just needed to worry about myself right now. I shouldn’t be worrying about this. I needed sleep. I rubbed my eyes before making my way out of the office. I shut the door tight, so Max wouldn’t get in and be his puppy self and made my way to my bed room. I looked into the boys’ room to see them happily asleep, not worrying about anything. The biggest worry Bentley has is what crayon he will use tomorrow at Day Care, or what sleeping mat with he sleep on. How I missed being his age.
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