One day, my dad picked me up from school, dropped me off at my grandparents and didn't come back before Monday morning, to drive me to school. He apologized for not being able to take me back home with him, but he was afraid that Malene might leave him if he did. And i thought it was just this one time, so i just brushed it off, and said it was okay. I was 7 years old.
Then I started grade 2. And in my school, 2 graders had this thing called "open house" every other friday (open house is where the students family can come down to she school and have a glass of squash and cake with their kids) which happens to land on the fridays i was going to be at my dad's (well technically my grandparents). I was so excited about this open house, and my dad promised he would be there in time. And as u probably already guessed, he didn't show up on time..
I will never forget the feeling of sitting there, in the middle of a field with two cups of squash and two cakes. Looking at all my friends with their families running around laughing, and i was just sitting there, a 7 year old still having hope that he would show. Just looking at the gates, waiting for him to walk through them.... But he didn't...
Three hours after the open house was closed, and the school was closing down, there was still no sign of him. So my teacher called my dad... No answer...then she called my mom.. No answer... So she called my grandma, and she came and picked me up.
The following monday morning my dad picked me up. He apologized, saying that he forgot that he was supposed to pick me up, because everything was crazy at home. I brushed it off, and said it was okay. "The others didn't seem to like it that much either" i said.
In one year, he only showed up in time for ONE open house at my school. ONE. And everytime he had a new excuse.
As i was crying myself to sleep almost every single night, i was having the same conversation in my head.
-Mom loves Maia more-
-Dad loves Malene more-
-what did i do-
-what can i do to change it-
-i hate him-
-its not his fault, its Malene-
-What did i ever do to her-
-i hate her-
-But he is the one choosing her-
-If mom hadn't left dad, he wouldn't had met Malene-
-But then i wouldn't have Carla-
-But i would be loved-
-Why am i the first born, but the last loved-
-Maybe i should just run away-
-i wish i was dead...-
YOU ARE READING
She smiles into the flames;
Short Story"....as I stepped up on the edge of the bridge's railing I had no idea what I was doing. I wasn't in control of my own body. I don't remember anything about the thoughts that must have been running through my mind at that very moment. And then...."
