Chapter 3: Act II: Reference
It was quite a sunny day, I was out playing with my friends at a nearby park, laughing and sharing the gift of joy while tagging and seeking each other in the bushes and thick forest. We enjoyed eating with my babysitter, ice cream, and tortillas for our morning snack, burgers for lunch, lemon juice, and burritos for an afternoon snack. "I wish this will go on forever and ever." I loved my friends; I liked my babysitter, but they disappeared one by one just like the sun.
"See you again next week at your party, Kyle!" the last of my friends waved goodbye as she ran towards her parents receiving a hug and a kiss. My babysitter looking at the frown at my face gave me a warm hug and a kiss in the head. It made me smile. I asked her, "Melissa, will my mom and dad go with me the next time I go to the park with my friends?"
"I bet they will, love. They do not want to miss out on your special day. They promised, right?" She replied to me as she hugged me one last time before we board the huge black SUV driven by a tall dark man and go home.
I waved one last time to Francis as I entered my home and he also waved his goodbyes. The mansion is littered with beautiful art, with our family picture at the center of the staircase. It is very spacious, but it feels empty despite the maids accompanying me while my mom was out. I remember my mischievous days as a little three-year-old kid, I enjoyed the time I hid in the closet inside the attic and the maids' faces were priceless while panicking because they know how furious mom and dad will be when they find out that I am missing. That was a very good memory both my mom and dad cared for me like I was a princess they pamper me, gave me lots of love but eventually, it all ends when my father died. My mom said it was a car accident. I locked myself at the attic closet that day holding the golden pendant he gave me.
My relationship with mom got cold after my father's death as she immersed herself in work as the new CEO of my dad's company. She never had the time to play, read me bedtime stories, and teach me like in the past. I am twelve now, five years after his death, five years after it all changed.
"Miriam, is my mom home?"
"She called and said she will be late today. Oh, and the dinner's ready." She smiled.
I finished my dinner, proceeded to have a warm bath, and got ready for bed. I finished all the assignments Melissa gave me and browse the internet checking if she e-mailed me, but my inbox only contains some promotional e-mail from advertisers and a happy birthday notice from my friends in social media which I replied to, "Thank you!". I opened my drawer and saw the pendant box where I kept the pendant my father gave to me before he left that day. I took it out and his words echoed in my mind, "When you're in trouble or sad, put it on and say papa's name, ok? That way you will feel that I am always beside you, got it? And remember papa love you very much."
I kept it for four years in its box and now that I looked at it very closely it was our family crest. A golden star with four points and four smaller circles between the arms. I put it on my neck and like my father directed I said his name, "Papa Edgar, I wish you were home."
The crest glow brightly and projected a picture at the wall in front of me; it was a video of my father. He wore the same suit the day he said his last goodbye.
"If you are seeing this video, I might be long gone. I am sorry that I left you and your mom. I want to protect you two from those people who want to steal my life's work, and this is the only choice I have. Always remember that as long as you have that pendant, I will always be with you, watching you. I love you my little star. I love you very much! I am sorry for being a selfish father. Please forgive me."
The video ended. The tears flowed like a river in my face. I lied down the soft bed and immediately the pillows became wet. I cried all night until I fell asleep. The door opened, I can hear it, but I was too exhausted from crying all of the years of heartbreak and emotional pain. The person sat beside me and started stroking my hair.
"I am sorry I am not at your party, there's just too much work in the office. Happy birthday, my little star.", She whispered then kissed my cheek and forehead.
I felt the cold teardrop on my face.
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