I had brunch this morning with Dad and his girlfriend, Robin at this little place called Nancy's. It was a morning full of good food and good talk and some tears on my part. They both love me so much.
Robin and I went out shopping together, and Dad kindly gave me some money before he went to work so I could go to Kohl's with the Kohl's guru herself - partly as a piece of his advice, mostly for helping clean the house yesterday like he asked. i got a pair of sunglasses and a few good shirts on clearance - last minute Robin whips out her credit card and winks at me, saying "I'll pay for the clothes - you can keep the rest after paying for the sunglasses." Thank you thank you thank you Robin.
She and I get back to the house, where my dad had doubled back and left a single rose on Robin's bags before she went back home. She noticed one over on the steps, and then said, "Oh, that one isn't for me." She nodded over at one beautiful white long-stemmed rose that had a little note saying "Your Daddy loves you very much"; he tries to say that to me every day.
My eyes and heart welled up from my sadness. I carefully trimmed the stem and fitted it into a simple glass vase. I took a picture of it with my phone and set it as my background. I am still angry with myself, and the clarity aches, but is better than confusion. I closed my eyes and smelled the open blossom slowly. Tears threatened to fall on the petals, but I brushed them away.
Robin and I went out shopping together, and Dad kindly gave me some money before he went to work so I could go to Kohl's with the Kohl's guru herself - partly as a piece of his advice, mostly for helping clean the house yesterday like he asked. i got a pair of sunglasses and a few good shirts on clearance - last minute Robin whips out her credit card and winks at me, saying "I'll pay for the clothes - you can keep the rest after paying for the sunglasses." Thank you thank you thank you Robin.
She and I get back to the house, where my dad had doubled back and left a single rose on Robin's bags before she went back home. She noticed one over on the steps, and then said, "Oh, that one isn't for me." She nodded over at one beautiful white long-stemmed rose that had a little note saying "Your Daddy loves you very much"; he tries to say that to me every day.
My eyes and heart welled up from my sadness. I carefully trimmed the stem and fitted it into a simple glass vase. I took a picture of it with my phone and set it as my background. I am still angry with myself, and the clarity aches, but is better than confusion. I closed my eyes and smelled the open blossom slowly. Tears threatened to fall on the petals, but I brushed them away.
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