A Friend

I had an imaginary friend named Red when i was 5.
We would play in my room when ever mom and dad would fight... so we played alot.

My mom would drink alot and she didnt really take care of me or my brother.
My dad tried to take care of use, but he was always gone at work.
One day my mom packed her bag while my dad was at work.
She started walking to the front door and said to me and my brother"
"I am leaving, tell your dad when he gets home"

I knew i couldn't stop her, but to slow her down I said
  "WAIT! You need to say goodbye to red first"

She looked at me like i was retard and said
  "Grow the fuck up!"
and left.


That was the last thing my mother ever said to me.
That was the last day I ever saw Red.