Blind Date

Chapter 9

I woke up the next morning and hopped out of bed (literally). I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth then put my hair in a ponytail. I put on a white T-shirt with a blue and pink plaid, flannel shirt with a blue jean skirt I found in my mother's clothes box. We kept all of her clothes in a box so we would always remember how she dressed. She was a Christian, and never wore pants. I wasn't a Christian, but I wanted to dress modestly. Skirts were more comfortable than pants and shorts. I put my new, unworn blue converse shoes on then went downstairs for breakfast. Dad was in the kitchen, trying to make scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Dad, let me help. Mom taught me how to make a lot of breakfast foods." I said and took over dad's cooking.

"I wanted to surprise you. I guess I didn't get up early enough. I see you're trying to bring back memories of your mother. You look beautiful." dad replied.

"I'm not trying to, I just am for some reason. And, thank you, dad. Did you make coffee?" I responded.

"I haven't yet. Did your mother teach you that, too?" dad joked.

"No, I want you to teach me." I replied. Dad smiled and I followed him over to the coffee pot. Dad showed me how to make coffee, then we went back over to the stove before the eggs got burnt.

When the eggs and bacon were done, dad still had time before he had to go to work and I still had time before I had to go to school, so we sat down and ate breakfast together.

"This tastes just as good as it was when your mother made it. The coffee is good, too." dad said. We were starting to bond better, maybe because we were excited about having a new family member.

"Thanks. I tried to make it just like she did. And for the coffee, I had a great teacher," I put my fork down, "hey, dad, can I ask you something? It's a really strange question, but I've been thinking about this a lot lately."

"Sure, sweetheart. What is it?" dad replied.

"Could it be possible that mom never died? Before you answer that, I have reasons to back up my question. The nurse called us and told us mom died but we never saw her, and remember, at the funeral, they didn't let us see her body. What if, just maybe, mom is still alive, being held somewhere?" my question was really weird, but I had good reasons to ask. Dad took a drink of his coffee.

"You have good reasons, but I don't think that is possible. If that was the case, she wouldn't still be alive unless she was healed by Go- the cancer treatment. Try to get your mind off of that, because that probably was never the case. I was going to tell you that after school we're going to a foster home and we're going to adopt a boy." dad replied.

"Okay." I said and took a drink of the coffee dad and I made.

At school that day, I saw Sara at our lockers.

"Hey! Guess what?" I said when I got to my locker.

"What?" Sara asked.

"My dad is adopting a boy! I'm going to have a brother!" I told her.

"Really? That's great! How old?" she replied.

"Dad said he wanted me to have a brother around my age. I wanted a baby brother, but it doesn't matter as long as I'm going to have a sibling." I said.

"That's cool. I get to meet him before anyone else does, right? You won't let anyone meet him before me, right?" Sara said.

"Sara," she stopped me.

"I'm meeting him first." Sara insisted.

"Fine, you can come with us," I said and stopped. Sara got excited, "IF my dad says you can. I'll call you if he says yes."

"Yesss, thanks!" Sara said with a big hug. I rolled my eyes and smiled, then the bell rang and everyone headed off to class.