The Last Fall

28

CAIYA's POINT OF VIEW

While my Mom and I were watching TV, I looked over at her and watched her as she was scrolling through her phone.

Her and I have never had moments like this to ourselves. Either my brother or my sister are always present and there's never any time for her and I to...actually talk or she's always busy doing other things. This quality time is something that I wanted with her and that's another reason as to why I chose to come back home. She's a woman and she can understand my point of views way better than my Dad.

Not only is he over protective of me when it comes to boys but with anything of that matter.

With Ciyle, he doesn't care about him dating at his age. Yet, since I'm a girl- he cares so, so much. Why can't the boy and the girl get the same rules when it comes to dating? Either way it goes- Son or daughter...the same exact thing can happen when it comes to heartache and pregnancy. Yet, I have no interest in a relationship....kinda- I just want him to view me as a young adult now. He keeps treating me like this little twelve year old girl who used to make cookies for Daddy before he made it home from work and then jump into his lap whenever I felt like it.

I don't do those things anymore.

He needs to let me grow up.
Mommy, however- she gets me more in this area and that's what I like. Someone who understands.

"Mommy..." I said as I turned on my side, propped my head up on my wrist and looked at her.

"Yes?" She said as she continued to look down at her phone.

"I think...that I know who I want to take me to prom..." I said lowly under my breath as I played with the soft fluffy blanket between her and I.

"Oh really? Who is it?" She asked as she looked over at me and raised one of her eyebrows.

"He probably still hates my guts for what I did last school year but...I still like him."

"Well, who is it, baby girl?" She asked as she placed her phone on the nightstand and turned off the TV.

"Uhm..." I said as I avoided eye contact with her. I didn't know how she would react once I said the name. "Well...." I added as I finally looked her in her eyes.

"Cai, you can talk to me and tell me anything." She told me in a sincere voice.

"Well, I mean- I just don't know how you'll react. See, Daddy- he...doesn't like most things and sometimes that makes me upset because he just doesn't understand." I explained to her.

"That's why you have to communicate with your Father and tell him how you feel."

"The last time I told Mr. Grant how I felt, he took away the things that I loved the most..." I said as I shrugged my shoulders. "He's never easy to talk to. He might be goofy sometimes and funny but...he can never sit and have a mature conversation with young adult me. It always results to him getting upset with me because I'm his "first baby girl" but it's just hard being the first child." I told her.

"Yeah, it's never easy being the first child. Never. He's still your Daddy, Caiya. He loves you and sometimes he just...doesn't want to let go of his little girl and face the fact that she's growing up. I remember whenever he would come home, you would run right to him and he would pick you up and say, "Hey Daddy's Baby Girl!" And you would just hug his neck so tightly. It's hard for parents to accept that their babies are growing up into adults. You just have to understand that." Ma told me.