"If only your dad could see you now."
Mom's been saying that ever since I was little. After she'd say it she'd get a pretty, sad smile on her face (Mom's smiles are always pretty, no matter how sad they are) and she'd sigh really loudly. I can tell she misses my dad a lot, but she hasn't seen him since I was a baby. Mom told me that he came to visit me in the hospital after I was born and on my first birthday, but he hasn't visited since. I like to pretend he's watching over me from far away and saying "Freedom, I'm really really proud of you," with that big smile on his face.
Dad has a nice smile-Mom would show me pictures of them together before I was born and he's smiling in every one she showed me. It's a handsome smile, just like him. Mom says I have his eyes, but I think she's only talking about the color. We both have blue eyes, but mind don't sparkle like his. They twinkle up at you out of the photos, like you told him a really funny joke and he liked it a lot. Mom says he had a nice laugh too, and I believe her. Everything about him is handsome so I bet his laugh is too.
Mom's been saying "if only he could see you now" a lot lately. I think it's because he left again on my birthday, and it's in three days. I'm really excited for my birthday, but I'm kind of sad too. I'm excited because 12 is a VERY important number! And my class is going on a field trip to the White house! I love Social Studies and stuff like that, so it's going to be awesome! But I'm really sad because my dad won't be there when I get back from the field trip. I want to tell him all about it, especially if we meet the President (Mom says the President may be too busy, but that would still be really cool!).
Going to the White House is a big dream for me, and it's coming true! People say that dreams don't come true, but mine have been! I've had this dream and one other one come true, but I really want a couple more to come true. My first one is I want to see my daddy again. I don't remember him at all, and I want to see him really bad. My second one is that I don't want to be in a wheelchair anymore. I've been really sick since I was little, and I want to be all better so I can live longer. My second dream that came true was having an 11th birthday party. I wasn't supposed to live past that.
If we see the president, maybe I can ask him if he can tell the doctors to find a way to make me all better. That way I can get out of my wheelchair and run around and play sports like my friends. And maybe I can ask him one more question. I wrote it down on a piece of paper in case I get nervous or forget what I wanted to say: "Mr. President, my name is Freedom Amelia Brandt, and I'm eleven years old. My birthday is in three days. Could you help me find my dad so he can come to my birthday party? His name is Alfred F. Jones."
A new story! I just wanted to get this down before I totally forgot it. I'll be working on it as well as Change of Plans, but school is being really...well, let's just say Mum's not too happy with my grades...heh heh...but I'll still be updating when I can!
On a happier note...I got accepted to the college I wanted over the weekend! :D I'm super excited!