"DONT TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN!" My dad screamed. "GO PACK YOUR BAGS AND LEAVE THE HOUSE!" I heard mom crying as she knocked on my door and said in a shaky voice " Goodbye, Victoria." "No!" I said. But by the time I calmed myself down to say goodbye, she was already out the door. Since then my dad always lied to my brother and me, saying that mom would come back and that she was on a trip to Florida, I stayed silent, but I knew dang well she wasn't on a trip to Florida. I never told my brother because he was so close to mom. I knew he would be sad if I broke the news to him, or even depressed. My younger brother Adam is only 10 and I'm 15. My brother didn't deserve early depression. After that I never hung out with my dad, seeing my brother so happy I never had the heart to tell him.