A New World

ch.6

CH.6

    Sarah was my other best friend. She was tall, with short flaxen hair, and braces. I picked up my phone and dialed her number. No answer. I had just remembered that she went to Tennessee to visit her family.

   Well. What was I going to do now? Just when I was about to hide under my covers on my bed and hide away from the world, mom called me down for dinner.

"COMING!" I yelled.

    I could smell the most wonderful smell you could ever get. It was food! I was starving! I ran down the stairs, almost falling flat on my face at the bottom. I looked at the table. It had a nice big fat ham, mash potatoes, green beans, and dinner rolls. On my side of the table there was a nicely made salad with Caesar dressing. That was my favorite type of salad. I wonder why mom made this wonderful dinner? Maybe because it would be my last real dinner here for six months.

   I pulled my chair out and sat down. So did mom. She helped me cut a piece of ham because she saw me struggling to get it. She slapped it on my plate and I reached for the potatoes. I decided to leave the green beans alone for now.

"So I thought I should make you a very nice dinner since this is the last day you might have a decent dinner." mom said.

"Why is it my last decent dinner?"

"Well, you're father CAN NOT cook. If he even tried to use the oven the whole house would catch on fire!"

I laughed at the thought.

"Really? That sounds like me! I can't even make a sandwich!"

"I know. I experienced it." she laughed.

"So if dad couldn't cook, then what did he eat?"

"He just usually ordered take out our something."

    it was nice to know something about my dad. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know so much more, that I could absorb that information and create a figure in my head of what he looked, and talked like exactly.

"Mom. Can you tell me more about dad? I asked.

"Well okay. I guess I can. He loved horses, he loved to read, write, and sing. He also loved you very much."

    I tried to memorize every word. That description of dad sounded so much like me. I couldn't believe it! I actually knew so much more about my dad! I already felt connected with him. It was like he was right next to me.

"That sounds so much like me!" I explained.

"Definitely. You two are like twins."

"Mom? If dad loved us so much, then why did he leave?"

"It's complicated. Now finish you're dinner before it gets cold."

    After that I felt very uncomfortable. I wonder why dad would leave what he loved. I tried to remember all the things my mom had told me about him. Which was pretty easy, because it was kind of like describing me. After I was finished with dinner, I went up to my room to get ready for bed. I looked in my drawer for my pajamas. I pulled out a white Cami and black stretchy shorts. I put them on very fast and went to my bathroom. I did my usual routine before bed. Brush my teeth, hair, and take a shower. I didn't take a shower tonight because I already did it this morning, and I was very tired.

    I lied in my bed thinking about dad. Then I jumped out of my bed and ran to my desk. I grabbed my notebook and a pen. I wrote down all of dad's characteristics. I tore the page out, folded it and put it under my pillow. I got back in my bed, and started to doze off.