My mom had called my father and sat on the phone with him for a long time and I kept thinking to myself, “What could they possibly be talking about for this long?” My parents didn’t speak to each other at all. I was like the carrier pigeon between them. I think my family, especially my dad, wanted to believe that she had truly gotten herself together and was ready to be a mother again. He sat me down and tried to talk around the fact that I was going to live with my mother. At the point in time I was still hurt about things that she had done, but not to the point where I was resisting. In the back of my mind I just kept telling myself to give her a