I've never felt so miserable and disconsolate in my life. Ever
since my mom decided that she's has had enough with my dad not
being able to get back on his feet, things have been moving
slowly ever since. That was ten years ago. I was five when my
mom left and now it's just me and my brilliant, yet bashful
father. My mom was the best mom any one could ask for. I still
remember her smiling at me and dad when she was making our
favorite breakfast, eggo waffles toast with honey and a slice of
mango on top of it.
My day loved his with eggs, ketchup, and

bacon with an enormous glass of cold Tropicana orange juice. I

sat on the stool next to her as I watched her worked her magic.

She would put the radio on and sing her voice out while my dad

struggled concentrating on reading the news paper in the

adjacent room. Life was better then, things were great. We lived

in a four bed room house with two bathrooms, and a spacious

basement. Dad worked as an engineer at Sonny's garage. Mom

didn't; they both agreed that she was to take care of me and the

house. She was given everything she ever asked for. My father

treated her like a queen and I his little princess. I've never

thought things would ever go wrong.