Idina

11

Idina and Taye finally went out on a date. They are so comfortable with each other. They also look good together. Taye introduce Idina to his band. They accept her immediately. She always has this charm that makes people like her. After how many months of dating they finally became a thing. But Idina has responsibilities. She's living a double life. A good daughter that is set to take over the company when the time comes. And a young woman that is trying to get her life back. It may sound difficult but she manage it perfectly. She's studying in a prestigious school with good grades and start performing again - not in dancing but in singing. Taye encouraged her to sing. It's a waste if she won't be singing.

Idina POV

I'm happy. I think my life is coming back again. I really miss dancing but Taye opened this new door for me. But every time I sing i remember mom. I miss her a lot. I'm not sure if I should let dad know I'm singing. I don't want to remind him of that day. But singing makes me feel like mom is here. Should I tell him?

I went straight home after class. I made up my mind. I will tell dad. When I opened the door I hear mom's voice. She was singing. I went to the living room and saw dad on a couch drinking beer while listening to mom's album.

"Dad? Are you okay? What's wrong? Is it the company? I can help with the paperwork."

He was crying. He immediately wipe his tears. "Hi baby your home. How's school?"

"I'm doing great dad."

"How's Taye?"

"We have a date tomorrow. But I can cancel it."

"No. No honey. Don't cancel it."

"But dad you need me."

"It's okay Dee. I just miss your mom. Hear this song?" I nodded. "It's our song. She wrote it for our wedding. She has the most beautiful voice. And I think you inherit that. I didn't know you could sing until you performed with her during the event. Why don't you sing for me? I know you love dancing but you can always try something different."

Dad have no idea I had been singing for awhile now.

"Dee will you sing for me?" I nodded. I sing one of mom's songs. The one that she always sings to me when I went to bed. But that only made my dad cry harder. I did not finish the song. I hug dad to comfort him and I realized that music only reminds him of the tragedy. So I decided not to bring music in front of him.