"Daddy!" I yelled.
"What sweetie?" He replied. I followed his voice into the living room. I saw him resting on the couch watching tv.
"Can we go get ice cream?" I said in the sweetest voice I possibly could.
"Of course darling!" He said with a huge smile on his face. He got up from his chair and started to walk towards his room. "One second. I just need to get my keys and wallet and then we can leave."
He came back with his keys and wallet and I held his hand as we walked out the front door.
We walked over to the car and I got in the seat right behind his as I always did. I looked in the rear view mirror and could see his reflection. He looked up and saw me, and he smiled and winked. While we were driving I saw many familiar things. The store, the town garden, and all the kids my age playing in the park with their parents silently, but carefully watching.
"Daddy are we almost there?" I said.
"Just a couple more minutes sweetie."
We finally got to the ice cream shop. I walked into the shop and was mesmerized by the colors of the shop. Blues, oranges, pinks, yellows, and greens. I don't think anyone could walk into the shop in a bad mood.
We walked up to the counter which I could barely see over, and I saw the nice lady who always served us ice cream slightly lean over so I could see her.
"What would you like pumpkin?" She said sweetly. I always thought it was funny when she called me pumpkin. I nervously blushed and I whispered in my dads ear what I wanted because I was always too shy to actually order myself.
"Strawberry ice cream with chocolate sprinkles for her." He said in a quiet tone. "And coffee ice cream with chocolate syrup for me please." That's what he always ordered.
"Sure thing pumpkin." I guess she called everyone pumpkin. She started to scoop out the strawberry ice cream. It looked delicious. Strawberries were always my favorite fruit. Once she put the sprinkles on she put it in this little wooden tray so it wouldn't fall over. After she finished with my dads ice cream, he payed, and we said thank you and walked out.
We decided instead of just going home that we would stay at the ice cream shop. We walked over to the cute sitting area with a huge garden next to it. We both sat in the wicker chairs, and started eating the ice cream. My dad took out his phone and took a picture of us holding up our ice cream, and giving our biggest smiles. It was pretty hot outside so the ice cream was really nice to have. We didn't talk a lot. We just sat eating our ice cream and tried to find butterflies in the garden. That was the best day ever.
But things are different now... All I have is the photo, and the memory. That day was the last time I saw him awake. Of course my mom has things of his, but the photo is the only thing that is just mine. I cry about it a lot. I'll never forget the day waiting in the hospital. I was picking at my fingers and twirling my hair because I didn't know what was happening or if he was going to be okay. All I knew was that something was very wrong. I was eight then... I'm sixteen now. I still miss him so much. I want to get ice cream with him again. I want him to teach me how to play football or soccer. I want him to protect me from boys because he just wants me to be his little girl. I just want him back...
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Kind of sad.. This is my first story on Wattpad, and I actually wrote this during writing class. :) Not sure if I'm going to continue this story.
