Where are you going?

I only remember a couple events from the next few weeks. I remember my mom sleeping in the spare bedroom on the futon we had. I remember laying in bed in her arms and crying, telling her I didn't want her to go. She stroked my hair and wiped my tears.. and then she cried with me. It was a tragedy. The pain I felt was so so strong, and I was so young and completely unsure how to cope with those kinds of feelings. I had never felt such sadness. Not even when my cat died in kindergarten.

I felt like throwing up.