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Good Bye

MORGAN

    The next morning, Dad carried Madison out of her bed while I held the wheelchair to take her to the kitchen. Mom, as usual, was making our breakfast, but I noticed there was tension in the air. My sister and I could feel it as we looked at each other with concern.

    After she served us our meal, we ate in complete silence. I tried to sneak some glances between my parents, but they didn’t even look up at each other. There was definitely something wrong between them. 

   Madison and I were looking at each other, remembering what happened last night, but didn’t dare say a word. After we finished our breakfast, I wheeled her outside to take some fresh air. We both needed it.

   It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining down on us, making the landscape look amazing.

   We sat on the porch, a nice summer breeze hitting our faces, when all of a sudden Madison held my hand.

   “I love you, Morgan. You are everything to me."

   “I love you too, Madison,” I replied, wondering why was she all of a sudden

    “I didn’t want to tell you this, but I have a bad feeling and I can’t shake it off. After what you told me about Mom and Dad, I have been afraid.”

    “I’m sure it’s nothing. With Mom and Dad arguing all the time, feeling this way is normal,” I said, surprising myself at how positive I was. Usually, she was the one with positive thoughts, and it would annoy me, but she needed some reassurance. 

   I decided to go into the house and grab my fiddle to cheer my sister up. As I played for her for a few hours, I didn’t realize I had lost track of time and before we knew it,  it was already time for lunch. Mom called us to eat, and after putting the fiddle in the case, we both went inside.

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    A few days have passed and I was coming home from spending the day at Oliver’s. It was always fun to spend time with him, and riding his horses around the ranch. 

   We ran through the fields and got soaked in the river, splashing each other until we were soaking wet and shivering from the cold water. But those were the days that we cherished all the time. When Mrs. Spencer dropped me off, I noticed some luggage on the porch. I could see Mom and Dad waiting there for me, and I was really afraid of confirming my suspicions.

    “Do you guys have someone staying at your house, or are you going on a trip?” Mrs. Spencer asked. I shook my head, not understanding what was going on. Taking a deep breath, I got out of her truck and stood there for a minute.

"Thank you for dropping me off, Mrs. Spencer. I had fun at your house," I said before she waved goodbye and drove off, leaving a dust of dirt behind. I turned around and headed to the porch, eager to find out what happened.

   I walked to a crying Madison and an angry dad. Mom just stood there, looking very apologetic while she took me in her arms. My heart started to beat fast, and I was not liking this feeling.

    “Mom, what’s going on? Why is Madison crying?” I asked her confused as I looked down at the luggage, “and whose are those?”

    “It’s ours, sweetheart. We’re leaving,” she replied, picking up one bag in her hand.

    “Where are we going?” I asked.

    “You and I are moving to Boston,” she replied, showing no feelings whatsoever at the situation. 

   Sadness overtook my heart. I couldn’t understand why Mom and I would move far from Madison and Dad. 

   “Why are we leaving? Please, explain this to me!” 

   “I’ll explain everything on the way.”

    “No! I refuse to go anywhere, especially without Madison and Dad. Why are you doing this?” I said, as my tears were about to fall down my cheeks. I held my sister's hand tightly and didn't want to let go.

   Dad approached me and kneeled in front of me. 

   “Princess, your Mom and I are going to separate for a while. Neither one of us wanted to be away from you girls, so we decided to keep each one of you with us. We will see each other again soon. Just have faith.”

    I looked at my mom and back at him. Did they think we were just objects that can be traded or sold? Didn’t they even think about how we felt and didn’t even ask our opinion on the matter?

   I stood next to Madison and refused to go anywhere. I wasn’t going to leave my sister alone. Why couldn’t they just work this all out and stay together?

   Madison needed me more than ever. After all, it was my fault that she is stuck in that wheelchair. It doesn’t matter how many times people tell me not to blame myself, but it was because of me my sister fell off that horse. 

    I started crying and trying to convince my parents to stop this foolishness. To try to fix it and keep us together, but they said there was nothing to be done. I held on to Dad and he hugged me, but pushed me gently away from him as I kept my hands extended so he didn’t let me go. 

    “Then I’ll stay with Dad. I don’t want to go away, Mom!” I yelled, frustrated and desperate. 

    Mom let out a big sigh and all she did was pull me by the arm and drag me to the car. I kicked and screamed while looking back at Dad and Madison who couldn’t stop crying. 

   "Please, Dad. Don't let her take me away from you! Dad!!!" 

   He just looked away and I turned my sight to Madison. She cried and covered her face with her hands.

    “Nooo! Madison!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs even inside Mom’s car. I looked out the window as we drove off, Madison and Dad disappearing in the distance.

    After a few hours of driving, I was quiet. I wouldn’t even look at her at all. She tried to start a conversation, but I wouldn’t budge. My whole life would change and it was her fault.

   A couple of days passed and we arrived in Boston. My mom was pretty excited about living in a big city and exploring new things. She was also excited to start a new job. 

   Me, on the other hand, I couldn’t care less. All I wanted was to be with my dad and my sister. All I wanted was to be back home.