The Nuce of a Tightrope

I wake up from deep slumber Belly full hunger wait to see what my mother made for me for the day. As see no dishes lay on my table i start to ponder wears mom. I start to shout her name dead silence. dead silence but the morning breeze and the birds chirping from the trees. Still the thought of where my mom was my top priority. The majority of my thoughts said check the garage so i did. Mom wasn't there but something was miss as well. Dads tightrope hug up on the wall next to the rest of fathers preforming gear it was missing. I miss dad he has been gone for five mouths now traveling. Next it the graveling on a chair falling in the upstairs bedroom. Racing up the stairs to finally complete the mission to find my mom I call her name. Still dead silence making my way down the halls I drop my jaw to find a violent scene of smashed pictures and blood on the wall. Yelling for my mother to find if she is ok I gauze in unbelief if what i see. My mothers feet is off the ground. On the floor i find a letter Explaining How she had to go away and i should go on to find a better mom. My face rapidly meat my palm bringing a gusset of tears and pain. like the soul of my mother my life is darned. By:Donny Nelson