It was a cold day outside in New York City. I had seen my dad trying to pack up and trying to leave the house. I had saw him come into my room and said son we should get out of here. I was wondering what had been wrong. He had started packing up all my things like my toys, bottles, and diapers. I was still in the crib when my dad had reached over my crib and just started starting at me and suddenly, he had started crying. Being just a baby I had no understanding what was going trough his emotions. My dad had lifted me out of my crib and changed my diaper and put some clothes on me such as a long winter jacket. Then suddenly mother came into the room.
Mother had come in running and screaming and yelling at dad. Watching them going back and forth
Mother had come in running and screaming and yelling at dad. Watching them going back and forth