The first thing I do every morning is wake up and look at my cellphone. A couple years ago I woke up on a Friday morning, eager to start the day because I was opening a show that night (I'm an actor). I looked at my phone to see how late I was for work, but noticed a text message from my mom. It said that she decided to leave our family and that we will never hear from her again. She asked that I not be upset at her. I didn't know if I was sleeping or if I read it wrong. I got out of bed, slowly, and made my way into the hall towards my parents bedroom. I opened the door and everything that shows evidence of her single existence was gone. There was no photos of her. Her side of the closet was empty. Her room felt empty and I felt empty. That's when I knew it was real. I rushed downstairs and everything felt different, even though it all looked the same. I had a strong feeling I would never see her again. So I picked up the phone and decided to give her a call. An automatic voice message said that the phone number had been disconnected. The text message she sent me was the last I've heard from her. Nobody in my family has seen or spoken to her since that incident. It took me along time to accept that she just left and it has taken me a long time to accept that my mother broke my heart.