I noticed that AJ was shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Alex noticed this too. It struck me.
The way AJ looked right now reminded me of Lizzie. My sweet Lizzie. I wanted to break down, punch a wall, and cry out everything I feel inside. I miss her so bad. I always wish that this was only a bad dream that I would soon wake up from. It wasn’t, and I know that.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a bunch of yellow roses blossoming. Yellow roses…Lizzie’s favourite flower. Those were the flowers I gave her during her 16th birthday. I bitterly recalled that fateful night. My first…and last dance with my daughter.
I took a shower before changing into my favourite blue tuxedo. I was busy the whole day, preparing for Lizzie’s birthday party which she knew nothing about. I wanted to surprise her to make up for grounding her, and pretty much everything else.Dealing with a teenage girl is hard enough, dealing with a pregnant teenage girl…is another story.
Over the months, I avoided to make conversation with her. I just don’t know what to say to her. The last thing I want to do is lash out on her. As time passed, I slowly accepted the fact that my daughter’s having a baby which was due to come out really soon.
I sat down to polish my brown leather shoes, then I realized, it was my first time to sit since 8 in the morning. I asked her friend AJ to gather her other friends to help make our backyard presentable with all the decorations. I asked my buddies to help me with the food too. I grilled my signature barbeque ribs, marinated with a special sauce. I asked Alex to drive Lizzie around town while we do our necessary preparations. When she arrived home, I asked AJ to slip her into a dress. Showtime.
Slow music played as Lizzie emerged from inside the house and out to our backyard. She looked beautiful under the spotlight. Her lilac colored dress flowed elegantly above her knee. I almost forgot the large bulge on her stomach. My soon to be grandchild. She looked stunning, nevertheless. One by one, the boys gave her a red rose and danced with her. Alex was her first dance. She moved so gracefully with the music and I was just mesmerized by her. I was her last rose. I gave her the yellow rose and kissed her cheek. She was teary-eyed as we dance, and I was too. Even if we didn’t speak a word as we danced, I felt like I knew what she was thinking, and she felt everything I was feeling. At that moment, I was one with my daughter. I never felt this close to her. Suddenly she stopped and looked at me, horror-struck.
“My water broke Papa”.
BINABASA MO ANG
Elizabeth Fern
Novela JuvenilFeel free to comment on each Chapter. tnx! It was raining that day. People all stared at me, as if they’re waiting for me to break down. Truth is, I really do want to cry my heart out but I can’t. I can’t even speak. It’s as if there’s a huge lump i...