Disclaimer: I own your soul. No wait. Wrong one. Sorry. I own these characters' souls. Smile

I was eight years old when they sat me down on the white love seat situated between the two living room windows. The thin white curtains billowed out into the room every time the wind lazily strolled by the open windows. It made it hard to focus on what was going on. One minute I was enveloped in a whispy see-through cloud, and the next I was back to reality, listening to my father speak. He was talking about divorce. He didn't say divorce though, he said separation. Separation meant that mom might be back later, after they worked out their differences. For now, she'd be staying in an apartment a few minutes away. It had a nice lake out back with ducks. I could go there on the weekends.

I remember pulling the curtains around my body, hiding my face. My mom and dad thought I was upset, but I just liked the silky feel of them on my face. Personally, I didn't mind my mother leaving. She always woke me up late and made me rush to get to school on time, she pulled my hair too hard when she put it in a braid, and she always packed the same thing for lunch since kindergarten - Peanut Butter and Jelly. And not ever on white bread. I wanted variety, too! I may have only been eight, but I was well aware that there were thousands of lunch meats being kept out of my grasp in the deli aisle of the grocery store...

My dad informed me that I would be staying with him, but I'd have a room at mom's too. I peered out at them from behind my veil and nodded.

That's all I remember about that day, really. And I never really visited my mom. She lived in the apartment for four years until she bought a new house. I went there a few times with my dad to help her move in. Now, five years later, I was helping move again. This time, though, it was my stuff I was moving.