Endless Pages

My Place in Life

Chapter Two

On the first page, there's writing. Confused, I study the writing. OH MY GOD! It's from Dad. I sigh. I don't want to sob my fucking eyes off and ruin by make up. It takes me 50 million hours to do a decent job. I am willingly to waste my perfect makeup on the thought of his presence on these pages.

Dear Bumblebee,
How do you like your present? When I saw this diary or journal, call it what you want; I instantly thought of you. With the butterflies, ladybugs, and of course bumblebees embroiled on the cover, gracefully gliding through the air and contain what insinuates to be millions of blank canvases to have master pieces painted on. I comprehend that your goal in life is becoming a writer and to travel the world; to sketch in the language that Shakespeare himself would have recognized about the adventures that surround the world. You want to accomplish of writing streams of endless stories in endless time.

I remember ever second of the day that you were born. Your mom was having problems and the doctors needed to preform a C-section. You was also stubborn even before your lungs were filled  with oxygen. I was worried, the doctors said that there was a possibility that you and your mom wouldn't make it through. That broke my heart, just the thought of loosing my unborn baby and the woman I want to spend forever with. No, I told myself. I had to stand bold and strong for my developing family. I walked back in the room, the doctors had finish with C-section and pulled you out. The doctors announced that it was a girl. Then, I started crying because I wanted my first born to be a boy. I'm just kidding. Instantly you started crying, the doctors wrapped you in a blanket like a burrito, and carried you in my arms. You opened your big greenish gray eyes and stared at me. Tears flowed down my cheeks, you were so beautiful. I was shock, I couldn't believe I created such a beautiful human being, and that you was healthy.

At that moment I fell in love with you. I hummed a lullaby, you stopped crying, and drifted asleep. At first your mom and I didn't know what to name you. Then, it came to me, Melanie. The doctors had to scoop you up to clean you and your mom up. But the time I had cried and wasn't afraid to express it; I cried tears of joy. My dad taught me that it's only okay for a man to cry is when he first sees his first-born, when her mother dies, and when he gives away his daughter for marriage.

Overall, I want you to gain a head start in goals in life. I try to prevent myself of writing 'hopes and dreams' because you having a bright future and is not something that you can wait for, but you dive for it. I want you to write you thoughts, your dreams at night, or poems. Bumblebee, I want you be the brightest star in the constellation of stars; to be successful. Remember that you aren't fully successful in life unless your fulfilled true happiness.

I love you and I always will.

Happy 10th Birthday, Bumblebee!

Love,
Daddy

P.S., I promise I won't invade your privacy.

P.P.S., I haven't told your mom that I gave you this diary because I feel that she would read every little detail.

P.P.P.S., This diary costed $15 plus tax, so make use of these blank pages. No pressure!