I hated being in a place that reminded me of my mother.  It was like oil on my skin, or venom injected into my blood. But yet, I insisted to my father that I'd go.  I promised him that I'd leave, in his hopes that I would get better.  I didn't like making him feel that it was his fault that Mom had died.....because it wasn't. It was mine, and I hated myself for that. I thought about killing myself because of that. But the good will of......(did I dare say God?) helped me through the pain. I knew that ending my life wasn't what Mom would have wanted for me. I thought about that as I looked out the window towards the sky. It's beautiful purple and orangish clouds peeking up to welcome the sun. I looked at Dad, who had his hands on the steering wheel, trying his best not to look at me.  I knew this was hard for him.......to give me up. But I also knew that this was the best way to deal with the pain that I felt inside. Leaving behind the world that was made for my mother and I, running away to a place that she had spent most of her life at. Forks, Massachuttes seemed like the best place to go. Dad had insited on driving me up there, he would stay for a couple of hours, but then he would have to leve to go on a buisness trip. He was a large Corporation investor who bought large stock and presuaded millionaires to invest their money in his company.  But after Mom had died, everything went downhill. He had to stay home more often to be with me.......in my time of need. And for that, I was grateful, he had really helped me. But I knew where his heart was, and I didn't want to take that away from him. So I was also leaving for his benifit. I looked at Dad. This would probably be the last time i'd get the chance to thank him for everything he'd given up for me. Just like me, he was a prideful man, we didn't like to acknowledge our feelings, let alone say them outloud to one another. But I decided that now was the best time. "Dad?" I said quietly, letting my dark black hair fall into my face to hide my embarrasment. He looked at me, his brown eyebrows pulling up into a quizicall look,"Yes Kallee?" he asked silently. I didn;t know what to say, I didn't want this to be a mushy,mushy moment......because I wasn't good at this kind of stuff. So I fumbled with my hands and and picked at the locket that my mother had given my of A Lion and a Lamb," Thanks" I said silently, "For everything". I looked up at him through my hair, his eyes were focused on the road and I could tell that he felt just as embarrassed as I was," Your welcome Kal" he said. That's when I knew that everything would be okay.