”Okay. I’ll start,” said Pam. It was one blazing hot day, and I couldn’t find my dog. I kept yelling his name from the window, but I heard nothing, so I went out to look for him; it was around 2:30 in the afternoon, and I worked a double at work the night before, so I was exhausted, my feet got so swollen, and my eyes are so puffy that I couldn't see out of them. Not panicking, I put warm water over my eyes before I went out to cool them down so I could see. My backdoor had a dog door for him to come in and out; I just thought that he was somewhere running around and didn't hear me. ”Midnight, Midnight,” I called, still nothing. As I stepped outside, I saw a heatwave, and my leg started to sweat immediately. It was the kind of hot where you only went out if it was necessary.

I kept calling for midnight but no answer. I started to feel the anger form in my body, and it always starts from the bottom of my feet all the way up to my throat, and once it hits, it’s like a big ball that won’t move, and I have a hard time breathing. I’ve had midnight for years, and he has kept me on my toes; if it wasn’t for him, I don’t know where I would be right now. Anyway, still no answer; I decided to go back to the house and grab some water; I ended up lying down because I was tired and hot. Nightfall arrived and still nothing; the next day, I went out and put up posters describing him, hoping that he would come back. He could have gone that far, I said to myself.

Two weeks later, my mom called me and admitted that she killed midnight because she was mad that I was making more money than her and could afford to take care of myself. Ever since my dad left her, she's been bitter and very mean. I decided not to speak to her because I don't want to say anything to her that I would regret. I'm still working on forgiving her, and our relationship will never be the same.