Endless Pages

The Eye of the Masterpiece

Chapter One

Nothing!
Blank pages stare back at me. I've waited now to open it, to even look at these pages of this blank diary. Before, I didn't have the strength since Dad died.

Why now?

Why now open my 10th birthday present from him?

Three years ago, my dad, left my mom, younger sister and I. I remember my mom and dad arguing about something. This was the usual morning, but this time it was more intense. More yelling, more screaming. My little sister, Valerie, and I were clutching on each other while ease dropping.

They weren't bad parents but not the best. My parents tried to make their relationship work. They lost their spark in this eyes, which became dull. They didn't separate because of Valerie and I. My parents wanted all of us to be a complete family under one roof. Moms and Dads have times when they feel that they are better off without each other. Deep down inside, they know that they need each other.

Before, things can go out of control my dad rushed to Valerie's and I room. He embraced each of us tight and gave us a kiss like he was leaving us.

"Daddy, are you leaving us?" I whispered
"No, my little bumble bee, I'm just going to get some fresh air and coming back to get Valerie and you to get some pancakes from iHop, okay?" Dad spoke softly

"I just want to know 'cause you're hugging us like you're saying bye."

He stares into my wondering eyes and I stare back at his bold golden hazel eyes.

"I'll never leave you or your sister because I love you girls so much. You girls are my world and I want you to know that, since Mommy and I haven't been getting along."

A tear flows from his eyes down to his cheek.

He quietly whipped the tear and handed me a box that was badly wrapped.

"Open it later when I come back, okay can you promise me that Melanie? I want to see if you like it."

While nodding my head, he gave me one last hug and kiss, not knowing that was the last time I will feel the warmth of his arms. Our last good byes.

I saw my dad walk down the hall to my sobbing mother . He said while kneeling on one knee and held my mom's hand,"Don't worry Emma, the storm will pass over our hands. I will never leave you or our girls. For a couple of hours I need some air and space. I love you and I always will. I'm sorry."

Those were the last words of my father voice that I've heard.

Why me?

Why did he have to leave?

My dad was killed in a car accident. I'll never forget, when the phone broke the afternoon silence the next day. Within a few seconds, my mother burst with tears, clutching her knees to her chest, rocking.

She slowly walks into our room with the horrible news. Me, at the time was 10 years old, clearly understood what happened to Daddy, but couldn't and wouldn't accept the death of him. Daddy was never going to read me a book at night, give me piggy back rides every again. I realized that he will rot in my memory with every passing second he isn't here. Heavy tears fell from my eyes, there was a lump in my throat. My heart felt like a black hole was forming inside it. My lungs became tight and started to burn with the lack of air.