We Heal Each Other

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                                                                          2 and a half years later

It's been 2 and a half years since my life spiraled downwards. Oh, my bad, I'm Aurora-Illine Johnson—daughter of the famous quarterback of the LA Rams. My friends and family call me Arory. One person can call me Rory and that's my dad. He has a special place in my heart.

     If somebody asks how being the daughter of a famous football quarterback I say my life has been hectic. Having to go to football games to football games. I know the whole world. My dad is a great quarterback, but I think he should retire and spend time with my mom and I. But I don't think he'll retire until his ninetieth birthday.

     My mom is still as beautiful as she was in my parent's wedding pictures. She does art every day to keep up her artistic talent. I was gifted with her artistic talent. She and I paint often and talk about girly stuff.

     As she gets older she's getting more arthritis due to her Cerebral Palsy. My dad is there for her always when she calls him. It's the sweetest thing. He tries to massage her shoulders and that's where I leave. I want nothing of their passionate stuff. Ew!

     I was gifted mostly with my dad's traits. I have dirty blonde, long, wavy hair. I have his crooked tree-like nose. But I have my mom's pink full lips.

My dad said it was home when he held me for the first time. That I'll always be his baby girl and that he'll protect me no matter what. He told me that when he brushed his face to my soft face, he knew it was meant to be.

    It is the beginning of summer and I graduated High School. Thank The Lord!  Though, sadly I had to get a job. Ugh, I'm not ready to be eighteen.

     I get back from my first day of work and my dad greets me. He wraps his arms around me and I hold onto him like I haven't seen my dad forever. He smiles at me and winks.

"Hey Arory, are you hungry? I made dinner." My mom said. A concern in a voice.

"Yeah, mom. That'll be great. Let me put my stuff in my room." I chirped.

My mom and dad nodded. And I go into my room to set my load of work crap. I'm working as an artist at a company that my high school counselor recommended. She said that it would be good for me—knowing that I come from a talented artist and I have the talent too. I change into a pink Rams hoodie and gray sweatpants and meet my parents in the dining room for dinner like I do every night. The dining room has pictures of me when I was a baby and growing up. It has pictures of my parent's wedding day which I've been told was a dream wedding. My mom's wedding dress was so beautiful. With lace everywhere and my dad's tux and pink bowtie. There's a drawing of what my mom did right before I was conceived. It's one of my favorites. It's a football helmet and a realistic heart that says on the bottom Mr. & Mrs. Johnson. My mom loves my dad. My dad loves my mom.

   My dad sits next to me and puts a shirt in front of me. I see the Rams mascot. I smile softly. I look at my dad. Curiosity runs through me.

"What's this, Daddy?" I ask, picking the item up.

My dad chuckles softly. running his hands through his hair. "Look at it, Rory." He smiles.

I looked at the item thoroughly. It was the new Camoran Johnson jersey. I look at my dad and then at my mom sitting down from putting everything on the table.

"Daddy, this is such an honor to put this on my body and wear my dad's name and number. Support you. Thank you." I say, hugging my dad.

My parents chuckle. "You're welcome, Rory. Your mom has one too, but in a different shade of color so you don't mistake each other's jersey" My dad looks at my mom and then at me.

"I love you guys," I exclaim.  

"We love you too." They say.

We had a lovely dinner and evening together as a family. My dad made me and my mom laugh as usual.  It was a good night.