Sadie L.

Shaw

29 May 2019

Creative Writing 3rd Period

Mrs. Cady Mounts

Separation Among Galaxies

Today is the day I sign the paperwork. My husband and I are being forced to get a

divorce. Last week, the United States government issued everyone in the country a new planet to

live on. It has something to do with NASA wanted to expand and colonize on different planets to

eventually go to different solar systems. The odds were to stay on Earth, travel to Jupiter, or to

Venus. Yesterday, my family got our issues. I am staying on Earth. My husband and kids,

however, are being moved to Venus. In order to do this, we are being forced to file for divorce.

*the next day*

I cried all night long. How am I going to say goodbye? The three most important things

in my life are leaving my life forever. I won’t see my kids grow up and have kids of their own. I

won’t grow old with my husband. I won’t watch my children graduate from high school or get

married. I’m completely and utterly devastated.

As we pile into the car, I sit in the driver’s seat, unable to move. My mind tells me to

drive my family to the spot where they will board their spacecraft and shoot beyond the

atmosphere, but my body is still. I look at my family and tell them how much they all mean to
me and will always mean to me, no matter how much distance is between us. I caress my

daughter’s cheek, grab my son’s hand, kiss my husband’s lips. This is torture.

As we park at the space station, my husband tells me everything he can. Everything about

how he knew he was meant to be with me from the moment he saw me, how much he loves and

cares for me, and how much his heart will break as he leaves the ground and watches me melt

into the Earth. I bury my face in his chest and cry. There are people all around us, doing the same

with their families. I crouch down to my children and tell them how much they mean to me. I

give them a picture of our family so they will never forget my face. I tell them I love them, pick

them up, and my husband hugs all three of hugs. Here we are, all together. One last time.

*30 years later*

Knock knock knock.​ I walk to the front door of my house, and ask who’s there. ​Knock

knock knock.​ I look through the peephole to see who it was since they were rudely not answering

me, and I see it is a child. I open the door. “Hey buddy, how can I help you?” The little boy looks

up at me and hands me a picture. I look at it, and it’s the picture I gave my children the day they

left. “Where did you…?” I look at him. He smiled and tells me his mommy is the girl in that

picture, and I burst into tears. “What’s your name buddy?” He tells me and I introduce myself to

him as Grandma.