EMILY
"Now we're done," I said to myself about an hour and a half after I had started packing. I had taken all I needed, even gone to living room to retrieve some things, whilst taking advantage of the opportunity to give the sleeping Glenda a kiss.
As I had tried to return to my room, tears welled up in my eyes and I had to push myself to climb up the stairs. My goodness! Why was it this way with me? Wasn't I one silly girl? It was not like I was leaving forever, was I? It was just until everything died down.
Perhaps it was because I was leaving without telling Aunt Lena. This did make me feel like a villain in a kid's storybook; it just felt evil because I knew it would hurt her. But right now, I wasn't sure I cared too much about anyone's feelings. All I wanted to see was something
