I let out a deep sigh as I took one last look around. The room that once held all of her furniture is now empty. It had definitely come full circle. It went from being empty, to being filled with boxes and belongings. Now the opposite had happened and all of the belongings and boxes have been moved to their new home.

As I look around the empty room, I think of all of the times my sister and I ran around chasing each other. The times that we sat and talked until three in the morning. I remember telling her about my first crush, and giggling until our sides hurt. I leaned against the door frame as it all hit me at once.She wouldn't just be one door away from me. I wouldn't be able to hear her tap on the wall late at night to tell me goodnight in our secret code. She wouldn't be there to hug me when I was crying over something that I thought was the end of my twelve-year old life. I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I walked to sit on the bed we had to share after she made me believe spiders were living in mine.

I know we fight all the time, but we have been through everything together. It isn't fair. If my mom and dad were still together, I would still have my sister. Dad never would have asked if she wanted to live with him and she would still be here with me. I felt myself start to feel angry. Why would she say yes? Did she care that mom had cried over this? Why didn't Dad ask me too? Did he not want me? Did he love her more?

I took a deep breath and got up. As I shut the door I heard my mom call for me. I walked down the stairs and saw her sitting at the dining room table. She smiled a small smile at me as I sat down beside her. She turned to me and took my hand. She wouldn't look at my face as she asked me if I wanted to try living with my dad, too. She looked at our hands held together while I looked at her face. As I stared at her, I knew there was no way I could answer that question without hurting one of my parents.

I hated this. I hated being put in these situations. All because of a decision my parents made. It wasn't fair. I feel like I have been through more than the average twelve-year old. There is no way I could tell that to my parents. She lifted her face to look at me while she waited for my answer. I knew that there was no way I could say yes to moving. How could I make her lose both of her children at the same time?

Sure it's not like we died, but she raised us by herself for the first couple of years. She gave up so much for us and this would be like throwing it back in her face. At the same time, if i said no it would be like me telling my dad that I didn't love him as much as I love mom. I felt my mom squeeze my hand, like she could tell I was struggling with this.

"You don't have to decide right now, just know that it's an option." I looked her over one more time. I saw her eyelashes were still wet from saying goodbye to my sister when dad had picked her up. "I want to stay with you, momma."