Two Months Never Came by Jasmin Tran

It was the day I finally got to visit my siblings who lived all the way in America, about nine-thousands kilometers away from Germany, our hometown. Because I had already packed up my bags weeks before our departure, I had nothing to do in the morning except walk around the house. My dad couldn't go with us because he had to go on a business trip to Berlin for a couple of weeks, so it was just my mom and me. As I waited for my mom to finish packing up her remaining items, I went down to the basement and practiced piano since I thought it was the last time I'd play it for about two months. I was playing Richard Clayderman, which was my favorite pianist at that time. When I finished "Ballade Pour Adeline", I looked back and saw my dad....crying. I asked him what was wrong, and all he said was that he really liked me playing this song. I didn't understand why he was crying, considering the fact that he's heard me play that song at least thirty times a week. I didn't really know what to do because I have never really seen my dad cry, not even when he accidentally cut his fingers with a scalpel. So all I did was hug him while he hugged me. On our way to the airport, my dad had managed to stop crying already and my dad kept saying "Yuppiee! No one is going to kick me at night anymore while I'm sleeping! No one will be hitting me when I take their food away! And of course, no one will be trying to make me carry them on their back when I'm trying to swim!" And we all just laughed while I said "Heeyy...". I held my dad's hand throughout the whole checking in process while he carried my bags. Finally, it was time to go on the ariplane, and my dad kissed my mom Good-Bye, and finally crouched down and said "I love you thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much!" while he made a small gesture with his fingers....but we both knew that it meant he loved me times a gazillion. I kissed him Good-Bye as well, and we both cried...And my last sentence to stop the crying was "I'll see you in two months again!" And then I kissed him and had to leave for the airplane. But....I guess I was wrong. I didn't go on an airplane two months later.