Chasing Lyric.

Father can you hear me?

Lyric

I awoke to the beautiful rising sun seeping through the cracks of my dark wooden shades.

I smiled to myself thinking about everything that took place this past week: my date, competition, prom, and now graduation is tomorrow.

It seems like yesterday when I first stepped into high school as a freshman, boy do these years fly.

I looked at the clock on my nightstand that read "11:15." I groaned as I got out of bed and walked into my bathroom to do my hygiene.

If it was up to me I would never leave my bed, I can stay in it for days, maybe even years.

I took off my pajamas and got into the luke warm water, it was practically summer now. No time for steaming showers.

I lathered my loofa up in the new Irish spring body wash that I got yesterday and washed myself up while humming and enjoying the water hitting my body.

After about twenty minutes I washed myself off and turned the shower off and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around my curvy body.

I went to the sink to brush my teeth, staring at myself in the mirror. I tilted my head to the side with my toothbrush still in one hand and scrunched up my long, wild, dark brown, and honey blonde curls with my other hand.

I finished up in the bathroom, ending it with putting on a little bit of eyeliner with a wing on top of my eyes and some mascara. Nothing big, just casual.

I pulled out a beige thigh length dress that had a flower pattern with a braided belt going around it, white long socks that goes just under my knees, and nude BAIT oxford heels.

I grabbed my gold chain with a heart locket hanging from it with a floral pattern on the outside, gold watch, and the gold tennis bracelet Jaden gave me for my birthday. All gold everything.

I grabbed my black Michael Kors hand bag and my phone, and headed downstairs.

"Morning ma." I gave her kiss on the cheek.

"Morning mija."

"what are you doing today?" I asked as I grabbed a bottle of water and some left over Mexican fried rice.

"I'm just going to go take care of some business, you know bills and things like that." She said in her heavy accent.

It's funny how my mom has been in America for at least 10 years now and she still has her accent.

My accent only comes out when I'm speaking Spanish or when I'm really upset, maybe because I was born in America. But I'm proud of being Puerto Rican, Italian and Black.

"You're so cute mami, I love you so much." I squeezed her really tight.

"Okay, you can let go now." She laughed and patted my arm.

I laughed and unwrapped my arms.

"Sorry mami, sometimes I just don't want to let go."

"Aw, sweetie you're a grown up now. You're off to college in a few months and you're moving out next month, you're on to big and better things niña."

"How do you feel about me leaving ma?"

"Truthfully, I'm scared for my little girl to be out there in this crazy world all by herself. Who knows what could happen to you after this, but then I also think about the friends that you have. I know they'll look after you and make sure you make the right decisions so I'm not so worried, you just make sure you come and visit sometimes and keep me updated with your life." She smiled.

"Of course I will, I could never forget the woman who gave me life." I hugged her.

"Okay, baby" she rubbed my back and got up from the table and grabbed her purse from the counter.

"A ma?" I asked her.

"Si, mija,"

"Do you think papi is coming home soon,"

She sighed, "I don't know, I really don't," she replied

"I miss him... a lot." I said, staring at the wall with a blank expression on my face.

"I do too," She said and walked up to me and kissed my head.

As she did so I closed my eyes, trying to make the feeling of pain go away.

Talking about my dad is a really sensitive subject to talk about for me since I haven't seen him in almost 6 years. I was and will always be "Daddy's Little Girl."

"I'll see you later, okay," My mom said as she walked out the door, leaving me there in silence in pain.

I just sat at the table with my knees hugged to my body and cried silently as I stared at the picture of me, my mom, my dad, and Kiara when we were little.

It was one of those traditional Christmas pictures where you stand in front your Christmas tree and snap a family portrait before you open gifts. That year was the year when daddy got me my Malibu Dream House, and even though it was for Barbie, my dad got me and Kiara Bratz Dolls instead because we liked them better.

I smiled to myself as I reminisced about that year, one of the best years before he left.

I sat at the kitchen table, praying silently to myself,

"Dear Lord and heavenly Father," I whispered to myself as I said a prayer for my dad.

After I prayed stood up and went to grab a paper towel to dry my tears, as I grabbed the paper towel my phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID and it was Ray.

"Hello," I sniffed.

"Hey beautiful, what's wrong,"

"Nothing's wrong, i'm fine." I said, trying to keep it cool.

"Are you sure, it sounds like you been crying," He replied

"Yeah, I was.. I was watching Titanic, and you know how I get when the boat sinks."

"You got to stop watching that movie so much." He laughed, "Anyways, I called because I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out and grab something to eat?"

Hanging out with Ray sounded great, he can always keep a smile on my face with his goofy ways.

"Of course, I was supposed to go shopping with the girls but I can just meet up with them later."

I could hear him smiling through the phone, "Alright cool, i'll be there in ten,"

"Okay, see you then," I smiled.