Do you love mommy?
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- by Adrien-Ethos
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When I woke up yesterday, I felt like something was going to happen; something important. So I went to college, hoping that one of the professors might take the day free, or that they might be another strike, but no. I had a totally normal day at college, and nothing particularly important happened. Then I thought: maybe it was something related to my job. But, guess what? Neither; nothing out of the ordinary.
In the afternoon, I went to pick Amy up from the apartment. I waived at Ella, and she smiled a little. Her face was blank; I couldn’t see if she was the tinniest bit happy, or sad, or angry, or in a rush. I really didn’t bother on finding out. Probably Mr. Dancer would pick her up at any minute. Or maybe she was going to stay at home, for a change. Who knows? But she shook every joint in her body to produce a slight upward movement of the lips, which tells me that we’re on the same boat. We better carry things peacefully, for the sake of Amy.
And so, I took my little lady to have dinner at a pizzeria. She eats pizza in the most unusual way, by layers. Yep, you read it. She goes with the toppings first, then the cheese, and then the bread. We had a very good time eating.
On our way home, my suspicions came true. We were listening to some oldies on the radio and Amy suddenly asked me “Daddy, when is mommy going to lift the grounding?”. I asked her what did she meant. She told me that Ella told her that I was on time-out, and that I was going to be out of the apartment for a little bit more time. That question caught me off-guarded. So I tried my best to explain to her that Mommy and Daddy had some problems, and that they tried their best to solve them, but it had been hard. She remained silent for a while, to then hit me with the hardest questions. “Do you love mommy?”, she inquired, looking at me with her beautiful green eyes full of hope. I assured her that I indeed loved her. “Why don’t you tell her? That way you can come back with us”. That one hit me straight to the heart. Calmly, I explained to her that I loved her and her mother with all my heart, but that sometimes, some situations make it hard for mommy and daddy to live together. The best thing, in that case, is to live in different houses. But, of course, that didn’t mean that I was going to abandon them. I would always be with them.
After that, she smiled at me, and remained silent, dancing to the beat of the song on the radio. I can only imagine what that smile hides. I know she has many doubts, and questions in her head. But it’s hard to tell your daughter that the two people she loves the most are in deep conflict, that they might not love each other as much as they say they do.
Once home, we were both very exhausted. She went straight to bed. I loafed around the cyberspace for a while, and head myself to bed soon afterwards. Today, as usual I walked her to meet Mrs. Parisi at the classroom door, always smiling.
Everyday, it becomes more difficult to let her go. I can’t wait for the weekend to come.
In the afternoon, I went to pick Amy up from the apartment. I waived at Ella, and she smiled a little. Her face was blank; I couldn’t see if she was the tinniest bit happy, or sad, or angry, or in a rush. I really didn’t bother on finding out. Probably Mr. Dancer would pick her up at any minute. Or maybe she was going to stay at home, for a change. Who knows? But she shook every joint in her body to produce a slight upward movement of the lips, which tells me that we’re on the same boat. We better carry things peacefully, for the sake of Amy.
And so, I took my little lady to have dinner at a pizzeria. She eats pizza in the most unusual way, by layers. Yep, you read it. She goes with the toppings first, then the cheese, and then the bread. We had a very good time eating.
On our way home, my suspicions came true. We were listening to some oldies on the radio and Amy suddenly asked me “Daddy, when is mommy going to lift the grounding?”. I asked her what did she meant. She told me that Ella told her that I was on time-out, and that I was going to be out of the apartment for a little bit more time. That question caught me off-guarded. So I tried my best to explain to her that Mommy and Daddy had some problems, and that they tried their best to solve them, but it had been hard. She remained silent for a while, to then hit me with the hardest questions. “Do you love mommy?”, she inquired, looking at me with her beautiful green eyes full of hope. I assured her that I indeed loved her. “Why don’t you tell her? That way you can come back with us”. That one hit me straight to the heart. Calmly, I explained to her that I loved her and her mother with all my heart, but that sometimes, some situations make it hard for mommy and daddy to live together. The best thing, in that case, is to live in different houses. But, of course, that didn’t mean that I was going to abandon them. I would always be with them.
After that, she smiled at me, and remained silent, dancing to the beat of the song on the radio. I can only imagine what that smile hides. I know she has many doubts, and questions in her head. But it’s hard to tell your daughter that the two people she loves the most are in deep conflict, that they might not love each other as much as they say they do.
Once home, we were both very exhausted. She went straight to bed. I loafed around the cyberspace for a while, and head myself to bed soon afterwards. Today, as usual I walked her to meet Mrs. Parisi at the classroom door, always smiling.
Everyday, it becomes more difficult to let her go. I can’t wait for the weekend to come.