Greg was thinking to himself. Really? I have a dad?? Where could he be!? As captain Gregory, i must find him!! Well first i need to deal with mom. Mom got Greg to the bathroom and she got him an ice pack.
"Keep that on your eye ok?" Mom said to Greg. He did as he was told.
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I started making the pasta by boiling the water. This is a moment where I'm glad i took cooking classes, heck, I probably could survive on my own. But truthfully, I actually would hate to be alone, i would miss mom and Greg. Sadly, that will come to be at the end of this year.
While the water was heating up, i got the ground beef ready, along with the sauce. So far everything is on schedule. After a while the water boiled, and I immediately put in the pasta. I swear someday they will make everything come out of a can. I don't care if it's fast, it's lazy as hell. I refuse to eat that kinda stuff everyday.
Mom came down after a while. "Oh! Sweetie you didn't have to cook for me," she said. "Its ok mom, I got it!" I said back. My mom as usual wants to do everything for us. Bless her heart, she is the sweetest mother anyone could dream of. When I was 9, me and Greg wanted these bikes. They were at the time the best bikes in the world. She without question got them for us. It wasn't even close to Christmas, and she did it anyways. I still use that thing, it's still a great bike.
Everything was ready, so i got the pasta sorted out. "Dinner everyone!!"
Greg stormed down the stairs. "DINNER!!" He screamed. "Greg for the last time stop that!" Mom said. Greg was already at the table. I served everyone pasta and then lastly, me.
Everyone was quiet for a moment. "Hey mom?" Greg said. "Who was our dad?" Mom froze for a second. "Um... he's not with us anymore," she said shaking. "Then where is he?" Greg continued
"That's nothing we need to worry about. Now eat your food." She said.
"But I want to see hi-"
"Greg that is enough! Eat your food!"

Nothing was said after that. After dinner, Mom went straight to her room. "Now you've done it Greg," I said. "I just want to see Dad," Greg said to me. "I don't think thats going to happen... by how she acted.. theres no way." Greg sighed and went upstairs to his room.

That night I couldn't stop thinking about who our dad was. Why did he leave? Or did he die? Was he hot? All these questions were surrounding me for so long to the point where i couldn't take it. I sat up and took a deep breath, trying to forget it all. I looked at the clock, its 11:30.
I laid back down and looked at Greg's bed. Wait a minute, he wasn't there! I got up and looked around the room, and i noticed the window was open. Oh my god... he went looking for him. I couldn't wake up my mom, she's already in enough stress. I went through the window and slowly climbed down. God dammit Greg, where are you?