Call me stupid for this, but even after I left her for 10 years, I still had feelings for her.
Even if she acted like she hated me, I loved how she was like that.
It's weird to say that I was eight when it happened, but I loved her.
You can call this weird too, but her disease made me interested in her.
I lost her once, when I had to move away.
Ten years later, I came back home and saw her again.
Then, I lost her again, but I wouldn't get her back for a third time.
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I looked out the backseat window of the car. My mom would occasionally look back at me from the review mirror. I never returned the look.
"Rex, sweetie... I know you're angry about moving, but this will be a great job opportunity for me. Besides, we're moving into a nice house. There's three stories of housing and 10 acres here. Think of everything you can do." My mom stared back into the mirror one last time, then sighed and turned her attention back to the road.
"Who said I was going to make new friends," I muttered. "I had only two back home, what makes you think I'll make some here?"
"Honey, you're eight. Stop being so negative."
"I can be if it's the truth, mom."
My mom sighed in anger but didn't say anything else after that. I've always had a negative personality, and I thought she was used to it by now. Normally, when I'm like this, she would cook me spaghetti, my favorite food. But, mom couldn't afford plane tickets, so we've been driving for two days from Atlanta to Madison. And that means... you guessed it, no spaghetti, obviously. I think going two days without it is driving me crazy.
I moved my eyes away from the window and turned my attention to my backpack. I picked it up and zipped it open. Action figures, games, books, and other things littered the bag inside, but I dug my hand inside for one thing. My Gameboy. After about five minutes of rummaging, I poured everything out on the seat beside me.
"Mom, where's my Gameboy?" I asked.
Mom looked back at me though the review mirror. "Oh that old thing? I threw it away."
"What! Mom, that was my favorite thing ever! Dad gave it to me!"
"Rex! Don't bring your father into this!"
"I can if I want to! Are you trying to make me forget he died?"
"Rex, I don't want any memory of him here, and besides, it was so old and broke and... I just, want to start over, you know?"
"Yep, sure, whatever." I shoved everything back into my backpack and tossed it down onto the floorboard.
Mom gave me one last look in the mirror, and although no words came out of her mouth, her eyes told me thousands of words, such as 'sorry' and 'I didn't mean it like that.' I ignored every single one of them.
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