Moving On

Epilogue

"Kam! Kam! Dance with me!" My energetic four year old brother, CJ, ran over to me. He hasn't sat down to take a break not one time since we've been here. That's good though, he's burning off some of that energy.

"Oh, sure. Why not?"

I slid my sandals back  on my feet then we went out on the 'dance floor' and started dancing with each other.

I did not expect to be here, celebrating my dad's and Rosalina's marriage on a beautiful beach. They finally got married after all of this time. They waited, though, because of a few reasons. My dad did not have an easy recovery. He's lucky that he can even walk again. And I'm lucky to have him.

I can't believe it. I seriously just knew in my heart that he was gone. That just goes to show that what a person thinks they see and what they actually see can be two completely different things. I am more than happy that I was wrong about that though. I was having a really difficult time trying to deal with his loss. I don't know how I would have gotten over it or if I would have ever gotten over it.

I don't understand why my grandmother had to lie about it though. She was the first person the hospital contacted after my dad was emitted. I guess she figured having me think my dad was dead was the best option. I guess she didn't think to tell me what was up and that I had to go live with my mother for a while. I guess that would've been too much like right to her. I only kind of miss my grandmother. I know it's bad to only miss her a little bit, the woman is dead. I don't have a grudge against her though. Those are pointless. It's just that my respect for her became nonexistent when she felt the need to put her hands on me... twice. Once when u figured out that my dad was in the hospital, and once when I told her and my dad about my uncle and Dr.Reed. I just felt like in order to truly move on with my life I would've had to get everything that bothered me off of my chest.

To say that my dad surprised the hell out of me would be an understatement. He handled those situations without any violence. That just lets me know that he really is done with his past actions. Had it been the old him, those men wouldn't be locked up, they'd be locked down... six feet under. I think he was more upset than anything though. I think anyone would be. It's a horrible thought to think that a relative would do something like that to another relative. It's also a fucked up thing to think that someone who was your 'best friend' would do something to try to hurt your family.

Best friends. Hmmph. I wonder if they really even exist. It's funny, thinking of that term made me think of the girl I called my best friend. Gianna. It's funny. A bitch that she called her 'best friend' had her eyes on Tristan the whole time they were together. She caught him cheating. They broke up. She was left to raise her child on her own since her parents pretty much disowned her for getting pregnant. How do I know all this? Well she thought it'd be cute to call me and beg for my forgiveness and friendship after she realized she didn't have anyone else. I'm done being a gullible fool though. I easily forgave her for me, but I refuse to feed into her bullshit. I don't need any fake friends. She has enough karma to keep her ass company anyway.

Things have been going fairly well in my life. I'm doing great in college. Hopefully I just have one more year to go. I have a more stable mindset. I have a nice car. I live at home with the absolute best dad, step mother, and little brother that a girl could ever ask for. Rosalina is amazing. She treats me how I feel Kathleen should've treated me. Not only does Rosalina treat me as if she had me, but she also claims me as her daughter. She values me and she loves me. I can honestly admit that I love her as well. I love her like a mother should love a daughter.

I left Kathleen's home the same day that I ran into Rosalina at the mall. We didn't leave off on a good note... because we keep in touch with her. We'll never have that mother and daughter bond, but I can't lie. She's okay in my book. We talk for an hour or two at least once a week. It's good to know that she actually cares about me and actually wants to be in my life. I used to hold a grudge against her because she wasn't there for me while I was growing up, but it's honestly better late than never. There are so many things she should have and could have done different, but she didn't. What's done in the past is done. Even though it may not always seem like it, everything happens for a reason. That doesn't justify all the wrong she's done, but those things were just bound to happen. Had things not played out the way they did, my dad wouldn't be with his soulmate, and she wouldn't be about to get married to Trevor again.