The Empty Space
Beep… he's gone! I remember it like it was yesterday, my dad was my friend, my role model and my father. I was daddies little girl, and that will never change. I was in the second grade, I celebrated my eighth birthday, he seemed perfect, and I knew he had cancer, but he seemed perfectly happy. Despite the fact that he was thinner. That day I was acting like a maniac, I was so thrilled to have my father with me; he had been in the hospital for two months. Then finally came the famous picture with my mother, father, and me. Not knowing that this picture would be more significant than ever because it would be the last one I will ever have. I knew that time with my father was scarce.
When my father left for the hospital again I could taste the salty tears in my mouth. When he was gasping for air he became pale, and it scared me! When my mother left the room he asked me," Sweetie are you ready for change?" I knew exactly what he was asking me and I began to cry. Then he took me in his arms and said," Para que lloras? Lloras porque no estas lista para cambio?" which means, "Why do you cry? Do you cry because you are scared of change? I never answered.
Two months later it was Dehuel's turn to have his birthday. He never went to school. He spent the whole day with daddy. Two days later my father passed. I was scared that since he is gone that everything would change. Everything did change but not all for the worst. My father left us a note next to his bed saying that he loved us dearly. The reason he let go was because my mother told him that we would be fine without him. He also wished to be cremated for us. The first three months where hard on us all. Especially me, I would starve myself until my father came back. But he would never come back, and I learned that the hard way. After the starving came the obsession over food! I would just stuff my face with it. And even once I felt so alone I thought about killing myself to be with my father.
A couple of months after that GOD opened my eyes with a puppy. I named her Baby because she loved being carried like one. She helped my gain control of myself. She would always do something to make me laugh when I was crying, and she also knew when to just listen and let me cry. One day I came home from school and Baby was gone! I went crazy trying to look for her. But my mother made me stop looking for her. She told me she knew how much I loved her, but I have to let her go. She must have been there for a reason, and now that that reason is met… she just disappeared. Now I am fourteen and I am the best that I can be. The hurt is still there, but I know GOD does things for a reason. And for me, it was to make me stronger!