I saw my mom pulling in the carline on her silver Volvo SUV, I remember it all so clearly. I hopped in the car and as always mom started asking all her normal questions “How was school?”, “Do you have all good grades?” and I answered happily. It seemed that the car ride home was longer than any other car ride home for some odd reason, but I did not say anything about it. As we got closer to our road, mom seemed to begin preparing for something that did not seem to be the best news, I could just tell in her tone and the way she was expressing her emotions. I began to get nervous and wonder, but I still did not ask mainly because I did not want to know. We pullled into our driveway and mom parked in the garage and I grabbed my bookbag and lunch box and to my surprise my dads truck was home, dad was never home before mom and I. I darted inside to hug my dad and I jumped into his lap while he was sitting in his recliner watching televison, things seemed sketchy but I payed it no mind. It was no time before mom and dad asked me to sit down on the couch with them because we needed to talk, my heart immediately began beating out of my