Little Apple Girl
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- by Adrien-Ethos
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Today I did remember to walk Amy to her classroom. Mrs. Parisi always welcomes us with a warm smile on her face. Amy has an established routine to enter her classroom, and start her learning day. She gives eight steps into the classroom, to then turn around smiling, and waving back at me. This morning, there was a woman beside me, dropping her son. Amy smiled, I smiled, and the woman beside me smiled with such delight... it was beautiful. I just hope she had a great day.
I had a normal day at college and work. Right after arriving to my cave, I received a call from Ella's mother, again. It does not bother me at all, she's a good woman. She just called me to let me know that Ella had told her everything, about the apartment incident, and the other guy. She told me that she was very sorry. She doesn't have to. It's like people say: those things happen to the best of the families. I know she has the hope that we might get back together. I cannot assure her that. And for that, I'm sorry.
Sharp, at 8, I called Amy. She picked up the phone quickly, and sounded so happy. Her cheery voice raised my spirit. She told me that she was going to participate in a school play! Father or mother reading this: you know that this is one of the things you were looking forward to, because there's no better thing that taking photographs and cheering your kids while they are at the stage! I felt all warm and fuzzy inside, while my angel was telling me that she would play the part of an apple. I can't wait to see her.
Her delighted laugh as she was telling me all this filled my heart with joy, and determination. This is my child, and I have a compromise with her to love her, respect her, and never deceive her until the end of our days. Soon, Ella and I will have to talk to her, and we are going to have to talk about many stuff, in a civilized way, with no yelling or fist-clenching. We are going to have to start behaving like adults.
Amy will soon be playing a part, as an apple, at school. But in this story of our lives, she's our protagonist. And, although, there cannot always be a happy ending, we can make sure it does not become a nightmare for her.
I had a normal day at college and work. Right after arriving to my cave, I received a call from Ella's mother, again. It does not bother me at all, she's a good woman. She just called me to let me know that Ella had told her everything, about the apartment incident, and the other guy. She told me that she was very sorry. She doesn't have to. It's like people say: those things happen to the best of the families. I know she has the hope that we might get back together. I cannot assure her that. And for that, I'm sorry.
Sharp, at 8, I called Amy. She picked up the phone quickly, and sounded so happy. Her cheery voice raised my spirit. She told me that she was going to participate in a school play! Father or mother reading this: you know that this is one of the things you were looking forward to, because there's no better thing that taking photographs and cheering your kids while they are at the stage! I felt all warm and fuzzy inside, while my angel was telling me that she would play the part of an apple. I can't wait to see her.
Her delighted laugh as she was telling me all this filled my heart with joy, and determination. This is my child, and I have a compromise with her to love her, respect her, and never deceive her until the end of our days. Soon, Ella and I will have to talk to her, and we are going to have to talk about many stuff, in a civilized way, with no yelling or fist-clenching. We are going to have to start behaving like adults.
Amy will soon be playing a part, as an apple, at school. But in this story of our lives, she's our protagonist. And, although, there cannot always be a happy ending, we can make sure it does not become a nightmare for her.