Crystal Miner

A Letter to Nia

The silence was deafening as the boxes were loaded into the moving truck. Twenty-five years of marriage were over. My mom, Laura, stood motionless in the front room staring out the window as the movers carried boxes and furniture out of the house she shared with my dad for most of her life. They were married right after high school, both at 18 years old. She was the only child. Her mom passed away her senior year of high school and left everything to her. She never knew her dad. He left when she was three years old. Once she graduated high school, her and dad got married and lived in a house that together. My dad was always a loner and never talked about his family. I always had questions, but never pushed it.