Thanks, guys! That means alot.

I looked around at all the glass as mother poured her tears onto her hands. She hugged me tight, and tried to breathe.
"Mom..mom..Shhh, it's okay. Shhh..." I talked to her softly. I knew how emotional she was.
"No. No, Kacy it's not okay." She managed to say. I could tell she was choking on tears when she tried to talk.
I just held her, and thanked Phil. He nodded, rubbed my back and left.
After around ten minutes of hugging, crying and shushing, she began to calm. She wasn't crying as hard as before now, and she could talk.
"Mom. What's going on?" I asked.
"Your father.." She coughed, and spat up drainage onto the table.
"I'm sorry." She said.
"Don't be sorry mom. Just tell me...?"
"Your father...well he...he left today while you were out." She began to bawl again.
What? Leave? Just like that...?
I had let Ozzy outside, but he was scratching to come in. The scratches, tears, and shushings created a sort of music. I thought about it.
"What? What do you mean he left?"