I was only three years old when my mom went away to the army.

Because I was so young, I had no idea what my mom was going away for.

All I knew was that my mom was not going to be with us for a while.

I had a sad face while I watched my mom put on her army uniform.

I did not like seeing her in her uniform because I knew that meant she was going away.

I never understood why she had to put it on.

I asked her "Why are you going away?"

She then responded "I have to sweetie."

I could not stop crying.

I could not stop asking her Why? Why?

My dad cheered me up with some ice cream but I was still thinking of my mom.

The next day While I was getting ready for school, I realized my dad would have to take the place of my mom.

My daddy tried so hard to do things that my mom would do for me, like combing my hair and picking an outfit for me.