P A R T O N E
tyler
I finished up with my last patient of the day, excited to go home.
Today Asher and I were going to surprise the kids with the trip to Hawaii that we would be going on in a few weeks to kick off summer.
I knew Alex would be very happy because he's in love with the beach. We cannot keep him out of the water.
Asher started teaching him how to surf a few months back, and he's starting to get really good! I know by his teenage years he will be attending competitions and be as great as the pros.
Aspyn loves the beach as well, and we've been showing her different hobbies as she leaves her toddler years, having her figure out what she likes best. She stands indecisive, but she seems to enjoy watching soccer the best so far.
Asher and I both thought we would get the kids involved young, so they can grow up with their passion.
I love my children. And I love my husband. I couldn't ask for a better family.
In the past seven years I have visited with my father once every month, and even if it's hard to cope to what he did to my family as a child, I've learned to forgive him.
After many years he slowly gained back our trust, as he knows his doings were wrong. He had a mental problem that caused all of that in which he went to years of therapy for.
He absolutely adores the children, and is very excited to take them out for ice cream when he gets out of jail this year.
As for him and my mother, she forgave him, but secretly (not so secretly) hates his guts.
He understands and says he would be like that if he were in her position. All that matters is that they are willing to be civil towards each other.
Everything slowly fell into place as Asher and I graduated school with our degrees, became financially stable to buy our own home, and had our beautiful children.
Of course things aren't perfect, like any normal family, but I love my life.
I locked the door to my office and made my way out of the building, bidding goodbyes to my colleagues for the weekend.
It was a beautiful day out with summer approaching so quickly.
I started to cross the street to the car.
I heard screeching tires and it all occurred in an instant.
I felt the impact to my body as I flew up across the roof of the car before landing on the hard ground.
I could see blood in my vision, and I thought of my family.
I recollected all the memories we made, and as everything went black, I prayed I'd be able to make more.
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