On Account Of… I 38C

Peggy’s shoulders were low, her feet dragging as she weakly walked towards the car just a few feet away from her. Her dad in front of her and the driver gently putting her bag in the trunk of the car. The sound of flights taking off and people walking out of the arrival building were nothing to her. Her father looking back at her with a smile on his face barely perked her up like it used to. She’d hugged him, she’s missed him. But there was no usual excitement. Will he now think the same thing her mom has been thinking? What’s he going to say when he has the time to talk to her? None of this is fair. To them or to her.