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enough! It just so happens that you get an offer right when the business is struggling.” Dad owned his own mechanic shop here in town, so I assumed that was what he was referring to.
“No… it really is just a coincidence. Of course you’re good enough.” Daddy’s voice got softer after hearing my dad let his fear known.
“I just need some time alone. I just can’t deal with this right now.” I heard the front door open, and heard my Dad’s car take off out of the driveway. I went back to my homework, and tried not to worry about the fight they just had. Daddy walked into the kitchen about a half an hour later and started to get things out of the fridge to make dinner. He was a little short for a man, about 5”5’, and he was extremely well dressed and slender. He had dark brown hair that he gelled to the side and dark brown almond shaped eyes.
“Daddy, are you and Dad okay?” I asked. He turned around and looked at me, and I noticed that his eyes were slightly red from crying. He gave me a small smile and came over to sit with me.
“Of course we’re okay, Josie. Every once in a while parents can get really stubborn and then they yell at each other.”
“Why would you want to yell?” I wondered.
“Well baby, sometimes it’s a good way to get your feelings out. You should always let your feelings out. Don’t be afraid to tell the person you love exactly how you feel or else you will feel all alone.”
“But what if they don’t like the way you feel. Like, if it was really bad, why tell them?”
“You should always be honest with the one you love, baby girl. Sometimes what you have to say might change some things, but nothing gets solved unless you lay it all out on the table. At that point, you have to be willing to give it all up.” I didn’t really understand what he meant, but I smiled at him anyway.
My dad walked in not too long after that, and he went straight to Daddy. Dad was a big man, he was about 6’3,” had milky white skin, and was really muscular. He had a bald head and a full beard, and most people would have been intimidated by him, but Daddy didn’t try to move back when Dad came up to him.
“You can do whatever makes you happy, Will.”
“I love you, it’s just time for me to go out and do something.” Dad nodded and then wrapped him into his arms and kissed him passionately. Of course watching my parents kiss was gross, so I told them to stop before I puked all over the place.
* * *
I’m sitting in the same kitchen where that memory took place. I’m sitting in the same chair that I did my homework in each day after school. I remember how the love that they shared was always so evident in my everyday life. They showed me every day what it meant to be loved, and yet, I must not have learned much since I still pushed the only one who loved me away.
Blake got to the house about a minute after my dad and I did. He saw my dad just standing in the doorway, and looked at me with a sad expression on his face. He didn’t even ask, he just took dad’s arm and helped him walk upstairs. So, I sit here listening to the sounds of murmuring coming from the upstairs bedroom, and I can’t help but wonder how Daddy would have handled this situation if the tables were turned.
Why did Blake have to show up? Why did he have to come here and make an already terrible situation worse by looking at me the way he does? I am doing better, finally , and now all of the emotions that I felt and abandoned a year ago are starting to pour back into my heart.
Brooke and Brandon walk in the door next. Brooke’s hair is long and even more blonde than it was when I first met her. She is still just as beautiful, probably even more so now than she was 4 years ago. She is still quirky and says silly things, but she made it through school and is now a kindergarten teacher.
When she and Brandon got engaged a couple of months ago, I knew that there
“No… it really is just a coincidence. Of course you’re good enough.” Daddy’s voice got softer after hearing my dad let his fear known.
“I just need some time alone. I just can’t deal with this right now.” I heard the front door open, and heard my Dad’s car take off out of the driveway. I went back to my homework, and tried not to worry about the fight they just had. Daddy walked into the kitchen about a half an hour later and started to get things out of the fridge to make dinner. He was a little short for a man, about 5”5’, and he was extremely well dressed and slender. He had dark brown hair that he gelled to the side and dark brown almond shaped eyes.
“Daddy, are you and Dad okay?” I asked. He turned around and looked at me, and I noticed that his eyes were slightly red from crying. He gave me a small smile and came over to sit with me.
“Of course we’re okay, Josie. Every once in a while parents can get really stubborn and then they yell at each other.”
“Why would you want to yell?” I wondered.
“Well baby, sometimes it’s a good way to get your feelings out. You should always let your feelings out. Don’t be afraid to tell the person you love exactly how you feel or else you will feel all alone.”
“But what if they don’t like the way you feel. Like, if it was really bad, why tell them?”
“You should always be honest with the one you love, baby girl. Sometimes what you have to say might change some things, but nothing gets solved unless you lay it all out on the table. At that point, you have to be willing to give it all up.” I didn’t really understand what he meant, but I smiled at him anyway.
My dad walked in not too long after that, and he went straight to Daddy. Dad was a big man, he was about 6’3,” had milky white skin, and was really muscular. He had a bald head and a full beard, and most people would have been intimidated by him, but Daddy didn’t try to move back when Dad came up to him.
“You can do whatever makes you happy, Will.”
“I love you, it’s just time for me to go out and do something.” Dad nodded and then wrapped him into his arms and kissed him passionately. Of course watching my parents kiss was gross, so I told them to stop before I puked all over the place.
* * *
I’m sitting in the same kitchen where that memory took place. I’m sitting in the same chair that I did my homework in each day after school. I remember how the love that they shared was always so evident in my everyday life. They showed me every day what it meant to be loved, and yet, I must not have learned much since I still pushed the only one who loved me away.
Blake got to the house about a minute after my dad and I did. He saw my dad just standing in the doorway, and looked at me with a sad expression on his face. He didn’t even ask, he just took dad’s arm and helped him walk upstairs. So, I sit here listening to the sounds of murmuring coming from the upstairs bedroom, and I can’t help but wonder how Daddy would have handled this situation if the tables were turned.
Why did Blake have to show up? Why did he have to come here and make an already terrible situation worse by looking at me the way he does? I am doing better, finally , and now all of the emotions that I felt and abandoned a year ago are starting to pour back into my heart.
Brooke and Brandon walk in the door next. Brooke’s hair is long and even more blonde than it was when I first met her. She is still just as beautiful, probably even more so now than she was 4 years ago. She is still quirky and says silly things, but she made it through school and is now a kindergarten teacher.
When she and Brandon got engaged a couple of months ago, I knew that there
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