I am sorry that I haven't been blogging very much, but I have been very busy with various event. One of the things however that I have been doing is continuing my writing. I have been writing my book, as you would know if you read my blog, so I decided to share another part with you all.
She pulled out and I just looked away and was so sad in knowing that my life was changing and I didn't like it at all. It was getting close to 5p.m. and I was getting lonely already. I walked into the old, beat up house and practically tripped over the uneven floor boards.
“Ouch!” I whispered.
“Sorry, sweetheart, are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine…” But I was far from being ‘fine.’
“It’s been awhile since I’ve had time to fix the house- there’s a lot to do on the farm.”
“A farm,” I laughed half-hearted, “I would have never expected that.”
“Well believe it; 150 acres of pure wheat.”
We stood there for a few minutes saying nothing. I had started thinking about Mom again, and how angry I was for now allowing myself to be in a farmhouse. As usual, Dad started asking all these nagging questions about school life and kids I had hung out with, and such. I mean, he is my Dad, but I just got so annoyed with the 20 questions game he was trying to play.
“Would you like something to eat?”
“No, I’m not hungry—“
“Are you sure? You did just have a very long tri—“
“I’m fine, ok!” I paused and took a breath, “I’m sorry. I’m just really tired.”
There Dad became very silent, but he went over, pick up my bags and headed up the stairs. As I soon followed, I noticed all the pictures lining the stairwell. there were plenty of family and odd pictures of his friends from his various adventure trips, but there was one that caught my eye- it was a little, dirty blonde girl kneeling by a yellow lab.
“That was Rosy.” Dad said, “She was everything to you.”
“I barely even remember her. It’s been so long.”
“We had gotten her for you as a gift, but after the divorce, I had taken her with me- Mom didn’t want her. It was then that she ran away…she was probably looking for you.”
“You never found her?” I stated, not really sure on what else to say."
“I never did find her, poor thing, who knows; I never wanted to tell you because, well, I didn’t want to upset you.”
He stared at me for a minute- I tried not to notice, but I couldn’t help it. It was as if he was looking into my eyes, but past them as well. Looking past the present and all he saw was his little girl whom he never wants to let go. It felt like an hour, but I soon started up the stairs again, trying to break up the awkward moment.
My room was the last room at the very end of the hall. I was a little girls dream, well, country style, that is. There was little furniture about the room, but plenty of boxes containing Dad’s belongings. Beneath all of the junk, there was only a small writing desk, a dresser, the closet and a few other odd pieces. Very simple and plain, but it felt alright. The bed was neatly made, surprisingly, and it was a nice, canopy bed with white linens, and a very princess-like comforter. The room was pink, so at least there was one girly, interesting color other than white. Dad had set my things down and then seemed as if he wanted to say something, but he didn’t.
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