39 Days

Day Three

It was another day at home, and I didn't go to the market. I just couldn't. If I tried to show up now, I would be questioned and I wasn't ready for that.

My dad didn't bother to come check in with me before, he just grabbed his things and left. It hurt to hear the door shut without him coming to check up on me. I felt as if I was just giving up and that I was turning into nothing. He was giving up on me.

I looked through the window beside my bed and noticed all the beautiful orange, red, and purple toned leaves that flooded the abundance of trees in our backyard. Every time fall came around it brought me back to sweeter times.
I thought about the time I went to the pumpkin patch with my dad. That was one of my favorite days.
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We crunched the leaves beneath us as we walked through the field of pumpkins. A brown canvas spotted with orange, irregular round pumpkins waiting to be picked. I was so small that I couldn't even pick up any of the pumpkins in the patch. So instead I watched my dad inspect each pumpkin, it's color, roundness, and grooves. I got bored after watching for a few seconds, so I wandered off to look at pumpkins myself. And there it was, my perfect pumpkin. It was tiny, but normal compared to my size. With all my might I snatched the pumpkin from the loose dirt. I had it, and I was so excited to show my dad so I ran with my pumpkin in my arms to find him. When I found him he laughed and smiled, he was so happy I found a pumpkin for myself, it was the simplest thing.

"Wow, Rose," he stood in front of me, "that's perfect. One for you, and here's one for me." He said as he picked up his own pumpkin. I had the biggest grin on my face and didn't say anything, I was so shy.

"Ready to go?" He said to me, and I nodded. We took our pumpkins together and headed back home.
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I wish the days were still like they used to be, simple and innocent, but I just wasn't excited anymore. Although I was so carefree then, it hurts that I don't care about anything at all right now.