Daddy finally showed up and it felt like old times. We all got into his car and we all sang along to the radio. Mommy went down the slide with me and daddy caught us at the end of it. Mommy and daddy took turns pushing me on the swings and we took lots of pictures. We fed the ducks and daddy spoke in his funny language and scared the ducks away like he usually does. And then when I got tired mommy and daddy let me lay down in between them and we made a Valderrama sandwich. This is how it's supposed to be. Why isn't it like this anymore?
But when it was time to leave mommy said that I had to go with daddy and she wasn't coming with us. I don't know why she couldn't come with us when we had just spent the whole day together. Just because mommy and daddy are separated doesn't mean that they don't have to be around each other, right? Because that's how mommy and daddy are acting and I don't like it.
"Why didn't mommy come?" I asked daddy after we had gotten all settled in and he had made me an ice cream sundae. I don't get these over mommy's house because she says they're not healthy for you. Everything mommy eats is healthy and it's all nasty so I don't think anything good is healthy for you.
"Mommy had her own things to do. But you're staying here the whole weekend and then I'm gonna take you to school, how's that?" Daddy asked, taking a spoonful of my sundae. Daddy is just as rude as mommy is. He didn't even ask.
"It's okay...but you can't do my hair like mommy can," I replied because it's true. Daddy sucks at doing my hair. One time when mommy went away for a while to sing her songs on stage and stuff, daddy had to get me ready. He washed my hair but he didn't comb it out and it got all tangled and I had to go get it cut. Mommy made him sleep on the couch for a few days and I felt bad so I slept downstairs with him.
"I've been working on it nena," Daddy chuckled and I laughed with him. Daddy is funny, but I don't think he'll be as funny as he usually is because he looks just like mommy, tired and sad. I hope I don't have to play pretend with him too.
After we had our ice cream and watched all the disney movies that I could think of, daddy made me take a bath and go to bed. He let me facetime mommy but he left the room for that. When I was finished he came back in and tucked me in.
It's cool that I have two rooms now. My room at mommy's house is pink, and my room at daddy's house is purple. But instead of having two rooms, I'd rather have my parents back together.
"You know me and your mom love you so much, right?" Daddy asked as he turned my night light on. I nodded and played with my covers.
"Then why aren't you guys together anymore?" Shouldn't mommy and daddy love me enough to stay together? Shouldn't they love each other enough to stay together?
"It's just complicated, nena. I've hurt your mom and she's hurt me and it's hard to move past heart break," daddy tried to explain, but I was so confused.
"Then why can't you guys just apologize and then hug it out, like you taught me to do?" Daddy got all sad again and I just wanted to go to sleep. Mommy and daddy are already sad enough and I think I'm making it worse, but I just don't get it.
"It's...complicated. But I don't want you to worry about it, okay? We still love you and we're still a family. Things are just a bit different now. But get some sleep, okay? Te amo, mi hermosa," daddy said. He kissed my head and tucked me in again before leaving the room. I was upset, but I was more sleepy than I was sad so I closed my eyes and drifted off.
"OW!" I screamed, trying to move away from daddy as he tried to comb my hair out. I didn't know what style he was trying to do but I wish he would stop.
"Gabi, I have to comb your hair. If I don't your mom is gonna kill me," daddy explained. Well he's just gonna have to get killed because this hurts too much.
