We lay side by side in bed. Silent. I feel alone, although my dad has me hugged close. We know theres something missing. Someone. Dad finally speaks "I was your age when I met your mother."
I look to him, My eyes red and sore. His fingers softly run threw my hair as he talks "Id been in new york a week. Working mainly, Sand man dutys and such.. And there she was... Fast asleep in bed. Long brown hair.. Soft skin... She was beautiful..."
My eyes didn't move from him. I was silent, holding my breath. Id never heard this story before.
"She lay in the hospital room, wired on a drip. I should have left, but I didn't... Captivated by her. And she stirred.. and she looked at me. She slowly sat up and smiled, patting the bed, inviting me to sit with her, I did. I learned her name was Amylee. She has been Admitted into hospital. She had a sleeping disorder, She slept for weeks at a time. And because of that, I could see her all the time... Within weeks, we were madly in love.. Her parents wouldn't let her leave the hospital though. So.. One night, We grabbed our bags and we ran together, It was raining, and she grew tired. A church man saw us and invited us into the church where he dried us off.. fed us.. and after we talked to him, He wed us that very night.."
Tears pored down my face silently as I watched my dad. A smile formed on his lips, as he talked of this perfect memory.
"That night I held her in my arms.. And we slept under the roof of the church. The next morning, we were on the first boat to anywhere. I spent the next 5 years showing her the world she had been cooped away from.... And then.. She fell Pregnant. We were in Africa at the time... We were over the moon... A few months later, we were in Jamaica, And we found out we were having a little girl.. And we stood on the beach that night, Watching the sunset, my hands on her stomic and she softly spoke 'Lets call her... Sandy...' And I couldn't have chosen a better name myself."
Dad smiled, Kissing my head softly. "You mother wore down fast during the pregnancy... Slept so much. We were back in new york when you were born... And I loved having our little family. We travelled still.. You probably dont remember.. But you mother couldn't handle it.. So before you were one we had settled back in new york to live... Just.. felt right to be there."
A half smiled formed on my lips. I though back to all them precious memory's growing up. "You were barely one when we realized how sick you were. You had inherited your mothers illness, and you had inherited my Sandy man powers... You fell asleep so suddenly and for so long... Sometimes, me and your mum would stay awake just to be sure you were breathing..." Pains of guilt struck threw me. "Then when my brother announced he was moving here... Your mother and I decided to follow.... We liked it here... there was a good school... And we enrolled you into monster high."
I slipped closed my sore and painful eyes. "Barely here a year..." He quietly mumbled.
There was a tap at the door, and my Uncle stepped into the room, looking at me and my dad, laying in bed in our black outfits. "Were ready for you.." He says, Before leaving again. We lay for a moment longer before standing an tending to our duty as Father and Daughter.
Today was my mothers funereal. She was killed by a drunk driver. He was a teen.. Didn't have a chance to stop. I hold my dads hand tightly as I watch the coffin lower into the ground, My dad starts to cry, So do I. He holds me close.
I say my silent goodbyes, and we leave.
Goodnight, Mum. Sweet dreams.