To find your happy place is the best thing in the world.
My happy place is a treehouse in the backyard my father built me when I was 4. Because I was an only child at the time, he made a special sign the had my name on it. 3 years later my little sister was born. My parents thought it was okay to for us to share it but eventually they came to their senses and let it be my happy place and just my happy place.
I adore reading so when I turned 8 my parents bought me 3 huge bookshelves because my books were always all over the floor. (My father hated it)
I was confused because my room was pretty small so I didn't have enough space.
We ended up building them in the treehouse.
Along with the bookshelves, I had a window on the far side of the treehouse facing the road. I have a big scarf-like curtain hanging there. My Grandma Kate got it for me when she went to Quebec, Canada.
The curtain is yellow, orange, purple and blue. In the morning the it makes inside the treehouse look beautiful because the sun rises towards the road.
Grandma Kate loves to travel. She's gone to Africa before and she brought me back a small stool with a squishy top. It's like a pillowed stool. With beautiful African colors on it. And it's so comfortable. That's usually what I read on and I love it.
Grandma Kate is 84 and still is the most energetic person you will ever meet and she is so kind. When my father moved away she permanently moved in so she could help my mother take care of me and my sister.
In my happy place I have lots of pictures of my family. My favorite is the one were me, Mum, Tylana (my sister), and my father are all at a beach in Florida. I remember it being really hot that day and we still looked really happy. My father is sitting next to Mum with his hand around her waist. Sometimes I just sit there and think how he use to talk to me about true love and how he found it and how he wants the same for me one day. Most days I think about it too hard and end up crying my eyes out.
Being a kid with no father you often wonder why he left. Am I a failure to him? Was I just a waste of his time? What did he do to Mum? What did Mum do to him? What about true love?I don't know. But what I do know is I absolutely don't want to do the same thing to my kids.
