If I wasn’t worried about my
dad before, I really am now. He never came down for dinner last night, so my
grandma asked me to check his room for him. I didn’t get an answer when I
knocked on the door, and it was locked. When I put my ear to the door, I
thought I could hear something going on in there, but I couldn’t figure out what.
I stood there trying to get
him to answer for at least twenty minutes before I finally gave up. Some people
like to be alone with their grief. I can understand that. I just don’t want
anything to happen to my dad. He and my grandma are all I’ve really got left.
I still haven't seen him yet.
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