What a day we had today, right bud? You were sent to your room for the better part of the day. You just couldn't get your head straight. Your choices were poor. That little head of yours, that stubborn little head, just couldn't understand why you were getting into trouble. You yelled. I yelled. You were sent to your room. I sat down and took a breath. You came out of your room only to be told to go back in again. There were bangs and loud noises coming from your room. I wanted to see what you were doing, but honestly, I didn't care. You were destroying me today. And, then, with little notice, you came out of your room again, and made your declaration. It was declared by you. With coat on, backpack stuffed with your coin bank, fake money and your Minecraft sword, it was declared that you were running away to find another family. You didn't know which family, only that you were running away to find another family. You were done with us. DONE! You were leaving.
Trying to hold back our laughter, your father and I let you go. You were done with us, after all. What could we do? What choice did we have? You didn't want us as your family anymore, so we watched you leave. We watched you walk to the end of the driveway. We watched you look left. Then we watched you look right. You had a huge choice to make. Which family will I now choose? A few minutes went by. I could see the angry little wheels turning in your angry little head. This is your life we're talking about. THIS is a huge decision. You knew you had to choose wisely. Then, without warning, you walked back up the driveway and into the house. You dropped your backpack. You took off your coat. You sat down and ate dinner. There, it was declared, by you, that you would look for a new family tomorrow, maybe. (2.3.2018)
