Excerpt from my Diary

Well, Friday morning is the day. My father leaves, and all three of us will be leaving this house for the last time (alltogether that is) at 4:45 am.

I could not bear going to bed the earlier night knowing that that would be the last time that I would see my father. I have to see him off. It's just a thing inside of me.

My dad finished (basically) packing today, which is great! He's not a big fan of packing... okay I'm just gonna be honest and say that he despises packing; it's just one of his enemies (then again, who enjoys packing, really...) so it's good that he got it done today. After all, he does only have two full days left in this household.
It's difficult to explain how I feel about my father leaving. I know it's the best thing for my mom, but I don't know... it would be nice to have a dad around. But I know my mother wouldn't be able to deal with it.
Don't get me wrong, they do love each other, but can love each other better at smaller doses. Say, four months?
So I know that is how it is going to be until I get into a college (if I ever DO get into a college), and I'll just have to bear with it for another 2 to 3 years.

And I know that about a month before my dad comes back from Argentina, my mom and I won't be able to stand each other. We will fight and scream and then my dad will come home and it will seem like everything has been solved.