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Authors: Faith Andrews
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have to be brave and strong and suck it up. I’m sucking it up big time by getting on the plane tomorrow and missing pizza night, story time, and Saturday morning cartoons because Daddy’s job is important. But when I get back, it will be like it never happened. Pinky promise, Stells.
I love you more than all the fishies in the sea, baby.
Love,
Daddy
P.S. One more thing, even though I have plenty of time to teach you all of life’s important lessons. Although doing the right thing sometimes seems like the hardest thing, never ever do something that doesn’t feel right. I’m probably confusing you—oh who am I kidding, you’re smarter than me and Mommy combined—but what I’m trying to say is, always do what makes you happy, sweetheart. If it makes you smile—that’s all that matters.
*
Over the years when I read this letter, it would urge me to do things like give in to my pain in the ass sister when she needed a favor or wanted to borrow a favorite shirt. A few times it encouraged me to do some pretty awesome things at school, like running for sorority president and taking an advanced class that was sure to kill my social life. But today, as I let my father’s words sink in— if it makes you smile, that’s all that matters —I grabbed the phone and sent the text that I’d been wanting to send all morning.
Me: You make me smile. Got some time for more Sunshine today?
I stared at the phone, hoping my decision to throw caution to the wind and do what made me happy wasn’t too late.
When the screen lit up with an incoming message, I was so happy I’d followed my heart for once.
Jack: Ain’t no sunshine when you’re gone . . . shit yes! What time can I come get you?
Me: Now’s as good a time as any.
Jack
What the fuck had changed in the last twenty-four hours? Or did I really care? All I knew was that when I saw that text flash across the screen of my phone I nearly danced around the office, touchdown style.
It was Monday—back to the daily grind—but things were slow and Stella wouldn’t be around much longer; I could maneuver my schedule a bit to take her out for a nice dinner.
Me: Wrapping some things up here in the office. Can I take you out to eat tonight?
Stella: You mean like a date, date?
Her schoolyard outlook on boy meets girl made me smile. Things should always be as simple as boy likes girl, girl likes boy, girl and boy live happily ever after. But alas, our tale came with a twist. Still, I smiled at the thought of spending more time together, happy she’d been the one to initiate. After the back and forth at the beach and the hookah bar, I made the decision to back off and let Stella take the lead. It actually felt good not to be chasing her for a change.
Me: Yes. Tonight we wine, dine and . . .
I stopped my fingers from texting the vulgar response. Whenever I’d gone a little too far past her comfort zone over the last few days—aka letting her know how much I wanted her—she froze. I didn’t need that, but I also couldn’t abandon the real me.
Stella: Don’t you dare finish that sentence with 69!
Me: I had no intention of it, but looks like your mind is in the gutter.
Stella: Oh, Jack. You do crazy things to me and I’m not sure whether to hate it or love it.
Love it, damn you! She’d let down her guard, that spoke for something. But even through text, her walls were up. I’d do my best to change that tonight. I had the opening.
Me: Let me get everything settled here, freshen up at home and I’ll pick you up at 5. Okay?
Stella: Don’t keep me waiting too long or I might change my mind.
Like she had to remind me—that exact thought had already crossed my mind, but I wanted our first real date to be right. I had to leave a lasting impression. It was one of the final ones I’d ever get.
Me: I wouldn’t dream of it. See you soon ;)
She emerged from her home, the For Sale sign with the word SOLD taped across the front still spiking out of the lawn. For
I love you more than all the fishies in the sea, baby.
Love,
Daddy
P.S. One more thing, even though I have plenty of time to teach you all of life’s important lessons. Although doing the right thing sometimes seems like the hardest thing, never ever do something that doesn’t feel right. I’m probably confusing you—oh who am I kidding, you’re smarter than me and Mommy combined—but what I’m trying to say is, always do what makes you happy, sweetheart. If it makes you smile—that’s all that matters.
*
Over the years when I read this letter, it would urge me to do things like give in to my pain in the ass sister when she needed a favor or wanted to borrow a favorite shirt. A few times it encouraged me to do some pretty awesome things at school, like running for sorority president and taking an advanced class that was sure to kill my social life. But today, as I let my father’s words sink in— if it makes you smile, that’s all that matters —I grabbed the phone and sent the text that I’d been wanting to send all morning.
Me: You make me smile. Got some time for more Sunshine today?
I stared at the phone, hoping my decision to throw caution to the wind and do what made me happy wasn’t too late.
When the screen lit up with an incoming message, I was so happy I’d followed my heart for once.
Jack: Ain’t no sunshine when you’re gone . . . shit yes! What time can I come get you?
Me: Now’s as good a time as any.
Jack
What the fuck had changed in the last twenty-four hours? Or did I really care? All I knew was that when I saw that text flash across the screen of my phone I nearly danced around the office, touchdown style.
It was Monday—back to the daily grind—but things were slow and Stella wouldn’t be around much longer; I could maneuver my schedule a bit to take her out for a nice dinner.
Me: Wrapping some things up here in the office. Can I take you out to eat tonight?
Stella: You mean like a date, date?
Her schoolyard outlook on boy meets girl made me smile. Things should always be as simple as boy likes girl, girl likes boy, girl and boy live happily ever after. But alas, our tale came with a twist. Still, I smiled at the thought of spending more time together, happy she’d been the one to initiate. After the back and forth at the beach and the hookah bar, I made the decision to back off and let Stella take the lead. It actually felt good not to be chasing her for a change.
Me: Yes. Tonight we wine, dine and . . .
I stopped my fingers from texting the vulgar response. Whenever I’d gone a little too far past her comfort zone over the last few days—aka letting her know how much I wanted her—she froze. I didn’t need that, but I also couldn’t abandon the real me.
Stella: Don’t you dare finish that sentence with 69!
Me: I had no intention of it, but looks like your mind is in the gutter.
Stella: Oh, Jack. You do crazy things to me and I’m not sure whether to hate it or love it.
Love it, damn you! She’d let down her guard, that spoke for something. But even through text, her walls were up. I’d do my best to change that tonight. I had the opening.
Me: Let me get everything settled here, freshen up at home and I’ll pick you up at 5. Okay?
Stella: Don’t keep me waiting too long or I might change my mind.
Like she had to remind me—that exact thought had already crossed my mind, but I wanted our first real date to be right. I had to leave a lasting impression. It was one of the final ones I’d ever get.
Me: I wouldn’t dream of it. See you soon ;)
She emerged from her home, the For Sale sign with the word SOLD taped across the front still spiking out of the lawn. For
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