Six Sentences Posted by Katrina , Thursday, October 15, 2009 at 10:50 AM, in

I lay on my bed, tears running down my face, unable to speak or grasp what was going on. My father put down his bags and wrapped his arms around me, his cold leather jacket evoking goose bumps on my skin. He drew back and squatted down beside my bed with his hand in mine. I could see water forming in his green hazel eyes—I knew it was all he could do not to break down crying. With a little crack in his voice, he said, “It’s only for a little while.” As he stood, he kissed my forehead and hugged me one last time before he grabbed his bags and left.