How To Forget Your Crush

Step 14-Right the wrong

Step 15-Clear your mind

I went home after I explained what happened. I felt sick and tired. Was fate really this cruel?

                But one man cheered me up when I got home. It was Dad. He was in the kitchen cooking something Italian. I knew because the coffee table in the living room was covered with Italian cookbooks and food magazines, and I heard him humming Italian tunes.

                "Hey Dad," I greeted as I entered the kitchen.

                "Hey pumpkin," he said while he stirred something in a pot.

                I grabbed an apple on the counter and bit into it, relishing its sweetness and the crunchiness. "What's for dinner?" I asked as I munched.

                "It's a surprise," he said.

                "Okay. I'm gonna go upstairs and change," I said.

                After changing into more comfortable clothes, I went down to the living room and watched TV. It kinda got my head off of the trouble I was in. NCIS was on. I had always loved Ziva David. She was an ass-kicking chic with brains. I like the smart goth-chic too.

"Jo, dinner's ready!" dad called. I turned the TV off and went to the dining room.

My mouth watered the moment I saw our dinner. It smelled and looked so delicious, I almost asked dad where he ordered it!

"Our dinner has lasagna and mashed potatoes as side dishes and Ravioeu Alla Milanese as our main course," he said.

"Wow," was what the only thing I managed to say. I just sat there and looked at the food. A part of my brain told me to stop gawking at the food because I looked like an idiot who never saw food. So I started to fill my plate with food.

It did not just looked good, it tasted good. Mom would be so proud of dad. "Oishi! Délicieux! Delicioso!" I exclaimed. Japanese, French, and Spanish was not enough for me to describe how delicious the food was.

Dad laughed. "Glad you liked it."

It just occurred to me that dad only cooked food like these if there was something to cook for. "So, what's your surprise dad?" I finally asked.

He grinned. "The company is going to open up an Italian restaurant. And today, I am celebrating."

"That's great dad!" I said then held my glass up and we both did a toast.

I wished we were like this every day. We had something to cheer for, be happy for, despite the loss we had and hardships we have had over the years. But a wise man once said, "We will not know what true happiness is if we do feel sadness."

The fun didn't last long. The moment I went back to my bedroom, the grief I felt washed back like the way the ocean's waves crashed on the sea shore.