It all began the week of Thanksgiving when I was anxiously waiting for the weekend to see my father’s family out in the gravel roads and country hills. The only thing I did not like about it was the stench of cow manure and how my face would always squint in disgust. My mother would always make pumpkin pie, and it was my favorite dessert every year. It was always a hit out there with the family during thanksgiving and the humorous part of all my thanksgivings was how my mother would make my older and not much wiser tom-boyish sister get dressed up when she despised it. But there was no smell of pumpkin pie that year in the kitchen. There was no smirk of laughter when my sister got dressed to go see our relatives. There was something missing to all of it, my mother.

That week she had disappeared and vanished. We

My father didn’t know how to answer them. He wasn’t the kind of man to lie so he wasn’t about to come up with an excuse. He wasn’t going to say what was truly on his mind, which was that she had left him. He just told the truth,

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