So my dad called me this afternoon. I thought it was just to talk seeing as how we hadn't spoken on the phone since before Christmas. Not so much it seems. Mom and dad have been talking and they've decided to put the house up for sale. It shouldn't matter so much. But it does. I grew up in that house. So many memories. I had my wedding in that backyard! But I don't live there. It's too big for mom and dad now. Dad shouldn't be worrying about the stairs with his knees. The place they're looking at is about twenty minutes away from the current house and about five minutes from the beach. And it's not about me. It's their life. So why do I feel so betrayed...?