Come Back Home
Come Back Home8 mins 406 8 mins 406
Hey my name is Kell, I am 18 years old......today I am going to tell you the story of that day which changed my life, that day I realized the real meaning of home. It all happened when I was 7 years old, it was 5 am sharp, I can't forget that day and time.
So....it was 5 am sharp, my school used to start at 7 am, I had to walk a long way, so it particularly takes me one hour to reach school. It was Monday morning I woke up at 5 am sharp but not because of my alarm, I woke up early because of the noise coming from downstairs. It was my dad yelling at my mom and mom yelling at my dad, I was scared...... my dog bubo was awake because of the noise I assumed. I didn't know what to do? Why were they fighting? I stayed in my room for a while then suddenly heard the slam of the door, I don't know what happened, I was scared. Then I heard the horn of a car, before I reached the window to see who went out, the taxi was gone. I had no idea what was happening that time but I definitely know I lost my one parent that morning.
I was in the room waiting for my mom and dad to call me for breakfast, waiting for them to shout at me for not going to school, but no one came that morning. I was in the room the whole morning, then again I heard the slam of the door, this time again I went near the window to see who was going out but again I missed it. There was no one in the house except me and bubo. It was the first time our home was so......quiet. Bubo was sitting near me and licking my feet, maybe he is hungry or something, of course he was hungry we didn't have our breakfast. I went downstairs, bubo followed me, it was pretty quite in the hall for the first time. I went near the fridge to see what can I eat from there. There was a bowl of french onion soup, I took that bowl and placed it on the floor. Bubo was staring at me as if he is saying "Give me food as well" but the problem was I don't know where bubo's food was. Mama used to give it to bubo not me. I started finding bubo's food, opened every cupboard where I can reach but there was nothing. Then my attention went near the gap of fridge and cupboard, there was a box, I took that box out and suddenly bubo started barking as if telling me "it's my food" and there was dog's photo on it, then definitely, it's bubo's food.
Bubo was eating his food and I sat next to him on the floor, suddenly my stomach growls, I was hungry, there was nothing to eat for me except that onion soup. It's a french dish, my mama likes french dish, so do I. But I don't like any dish that contains onion in it. I stared at that bowl, my mom made it for the lunch on Saturday though and my dad didn't come that night, my mama was pretty sad. I asked her "Mama...........when is dad coming home" Mom said "I don't have any idea sweety" "But he promised me that he will come early and read book for me", "I know but now a days your dad is way too busy with his work, we are family and we should support each other" she said, I didn't say anything and sat on couch and started reading picture book. My mom kept my dad's soup in fridge. Next day when I came from school I shouted "I am home" my mom shushed me. Then again I shouted "But I am hungry, give me something to eat mom" and just like that my mom was glaring at me. I was always scared of that glare of my mom's. I waved at my mom and came in, my mom started speaking "okay honey, we will come them" from that statement I understood it was my dad, I ran in the direction of mom and snatched the receiver so that I can talk to my father, but he hung-up on me. Seeing my sad face, my mother sat on her toe and pat me just like bubo and said "Don't worry sweety, you will see your dad tonight" my eyes glowed "seriously......." "yes Kelli". I was happy that I am going to see my father and going to eat out together.
Dad didn't came to pick us, I asked mom but she didn't answer me. As we reached that hotel, I saw my dad standing there, I ran towards him, my dad opened his arms for me and just like that he hugged me. My mom was standing behind me, she didn't say anything which was strange because my mom loves my dad and she didn't see him since yesterday. My dad said "Let's go inside and talk" looking at my mom "Ya, we better go inside". Dad grabbed my hand and went inside leaving mom behind, it never happened before. We reached our table, there was a beautiful black haired woman was waiting for us, she was wearing wine colour one piece, it was deep neck and very short and tight. She came near my dad, pushed me behind softly and hugged my dad, it was very uncomfortable for me. That woman was looking at my mom who was wearing a formal one piece which was below knee and smiling at her. I didn't like that smile of her it was like teasing my mother and I don't like anyone teasing my mother or naming her. My dad suddenly said "let's take a seat" my mom didn't say anything, she was looking very sad. I sat next to my mom and dad sat next to that stupid woman, she was holding my dad's hand and I don't know she was whispering something in my dad's ear and dad was smiling and so she was. Then I looked at my mom who was very uncomfortable and sad, there were tears forming in my mom's eyes and it was because of that woman. Suddenly mom stood up and said "Why......." "Why did you call us here?" I don't know why but I feel that, that's not what mom wanted to say. "Just sit down, everyone is looking at you" dad said to mom with anger in his eyes. "Steve I know what you want to talk, I am not a child, this is our family matter and I won't discuss it here" while saying it mom's voice was breaking. "Family....... huh" that woman interrupted, I didn't like the way dad and that woman were treating my mom.
Mom didn't say anything, she grabbed my hand and went outside the hotel without saying anything. Our ride to home was silent, mom was holding my hand but she was not facing me, I didn't say anything either. After that I don't know what happened between mom and dad, I was sleeping the whole ride and probably mom brought me in my room. After that we know what happened........that they fought and both of them went out of house, I just hope my mom is safe.
I spent my whole morning in home, it was evening, I can see people going for a walk but I can't see my mom coming back home. Did she forget about me........she never did that before.....I went in my room playing with those dolls dad gifted me on Christmas. I heard the noise of the door, maybe mom was back.....I ran downstairs to see my mom.....to see if she was OK or not.....to see if my mom and dad made up or not......just in one hope that we will be a happy family again......I shouted in excitement "MOM, DAD, YOU ARE BACK I........" there was no one there, neither my mom nor dad, there was a police man on the door, he had our keys....our home key.........I saw my grandma standing near police man,she was crying..... I went near grandma and said "Granny...........where are my mom and dad.........When are they coming back.......???" Suddenly tears started coming out......I felt something wrong.........something was wrong. Grandma came near me and hugged me and said "sweety.........they are not coming back home......." and just like that granny started crying "What are you saying granny.........I want my mom and dad........." "They are not coming back ome, they died in car accident" "but they went in different taxis" "no....sweety, they went in one taxi, I was here last night..........after they went I got call from hospital, they said to come to the hospital......there I got to know your mom and dad died in car accident......." and she started crying........I didn't hear granny's voice this morning, why????? How?????? I don't know anything, all I know is I didn't lose my one parent that morning, I lost both my parents that morning........
Not all the stories are meant to have moral of the story in the end, sometimes things happen just like that, not to teach us or to punish us but God had decided it to happen and we can't change it even if we wanted to change it. All we can do is just move on with those sweet memories....even if it hurts to move on. That day I learned the importance of family, that whole day I spend alone without my mom and dad just in one hope they are coming back home to me. But they never came back to me, I love them with my whole heart even if my dad's love for my mom was faded, all I know is that he loved me with his heart and I loved him too. I want to be smart like my father, kind and warm like my mother and make them proud.