As soon as I woke up the next morning, the stark truth hit me once again: My family was breaking apart. Did my parents’ divorce mean the end of my world?
“Are we there yet?” I asked groggily to my friend as I shifted in my seat.
“Almost” she answered glancing out the window.
We were on the bus home from camp. Although it had been a wonderful summer I couldn’t wait to get home. I’d say hello to my parents dump my duffle bags in the laundry room take a long hot shower (without waiting in line first) and then crawl into my comfortable bed. Just the thought of my bed made me smile.… And after a long nap I’d wake up to a delicious home-cooked supper and tell my parents all about my summer at camp.
When we arrived at the bus stop I anxiously looked around for my parents but they weren’t there. After a few minutes of waiting I noticed my older sister Zehava.
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