Country Boy

"R- Rebekah?' she asked. I stood there. I didn't know what to say. I tried to open my mouth to say, "Mom?' But I couldn't. There was a lump in my throat. I ran from the top of the stairs to the guest bedroom next to mine, as I heard her yell "Rebekah!' I sped into the room and looked out the window that overlook out driveway and part of our front yard. A blanket of glittery, new fallen snow covered our yard and drive way. It was untouched, except for the foot prints that led all the way to dad's 2006 Chevrolet Tahoe, where I could make out the figure of him scraping show and frost off the windows. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there as my mom started to walk up the stairs. Just as he got the car going, and was starting to back out of the driveway, I yelled 'Dad!' at the top of my lungs. He backed out of the driveway and I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and then another. Before I knew it, I breaking down crying, gasping out dad whenever I felt like I could. I felt my mom's hand touch my shoulder and pulled me close to her, as I could see past my tears his taillights drive up Seneca lane. My heart ached, my lungs felt like that no matter how hard I tried to breathe, I couldn't get enough air. My face was so wet from tears It seemed like I had been submerged under water, trying to swim up, but no matter how hard I pulled myself up, my body hurt more and more, and I could never reach the surface.

That night, I knew dreams could never come true.