As the door slammed, I knew there was something wrong. My parents just left without a word.
10 minutes ago
I heard my dad packing and my mom writing, both in a rush. I had an avid feeling not to get up. Then nine minutes of silence then the door slammed closed. There was a note on the table. It read this:
Dear Venus,
Dad and I have to go away.
This is excruciating to write.
I just want to say we’re sorry.
Love, Mom
This evokes what she scared of. The fear of losing everything, but why, I thought. Why?