I stayed in the supplies closet for over an hour.

I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down my face, so I stopped fighting them. When I was done I just sat there, staring at all the supplies, trying to keep myself together.

When I felt stable enough I went home.

The door to the pod slid open.

I found my father standing at the sink, turning off the water and wiping his hands on a towel.

Then I felt my throat tighten up again.

All this time I asked myself how he would cope without me, but could I even cope without him?

He watched me with a solemn face.

“What did they say?” He asked.

I felt my composure crumble.

“They said I was normal. . .”

“When do you leave?”

“In a week.”

He opened his arms for me and we hugged. I closed my eyes and tried to ingrain this moment in my head forever.

My dad was there for me my entire life, and I would leave him in a week.
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HAHA my last day of high school is Friday.
Is it just me or are there a lot of science-fictions stories on mibba?