A/N: This is just something I wrote for my mock exam last year and I got a B for it which is quite good. It's from ADDEK's daughter's POV.

Enjoy

I awoke slowly to my mother waking me up. She gave me a small sad smile as she left my room. I lay staring up at the ceiling realising what the day was. We were flying to Seattle to see my dad for the first time in two months since he walked out on us. My parents had never told me why, but I knew it had something to do with my dad's best friend, Mark. My dad had just left me and my mum, not saying a word.

I didn't really want to go and see my dad. I didn't know why, I just didn't. He had walked out on his own family. My mother kept fidgeting as we neared the airport and as we boarded the place. I could tell she was nervous about seeing dad again. Personally, I didn't want to make the trip. It could ruin our family even more. My parents could get divorced and I would have them living in two different places. I would have to choose who to live with. I would have to choose between my mum and my dad. I couldn't make that choice, that's why I never wanted to make the journey. Somehow I knew the plane landing in Seattle would change my life forever.

I watched silently as my mum hung up her cell phone for the seventh time, frowning. She pulled a photo out of her bag and sighed. I could see the tears glistening in the corner of her eyes and I let my gaze wander to the photo. It was of her and dad holding me just after I was born. The way they looked at each other showed true love, but for some reason I hadn't seen my dad look at mum like that for a few years.

I really didn't want to make the trip to Seattle, but I had no choice. I didn't want to see my dad but my mum did. Suddenly I felt very angry at him and wanted to scream.

I listened as my mum began to leave a message on my dad's answer phone. She kept apologizing and telling him that she loved him. I gazed out of the window as I heard her say we would be in Seattle in a few hours.

My stomach began to feel queasy. I had always been fine with flying, but this time it was different. This time it determined whether my parents would divorce or not, or if they would put it all behind them and stay together. I really wasn't keen on flying anymore, and I had always loved it. I felt my mother take hold of my hand and I turned to see her giving me a small smile.

"Whatever happens, always remember that I love you."

She fought to hold back the tears that so badly wanted to fall. I nodded, unable to speak and hugged her tightly, afraid I would loose her.

I took a deep breath as we got off the plane, onto Seattle ground. It was not a place I wanted to be, but I knew I had to face it at some point.

I gave my mum a smile as we headed towards baggage claim, then leaving the airport, ready to see my dad again.