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Chapter 3: One Dream
When My father cames home. He usually goes straight to his study. He is a teacher at the high school. I decide to try and ask him again.
"Dad?" I asked walking into his study.
"Yes, Isabel?" He asked looking up.
"I've come to ask you something." I said sitting down.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Dad, I want to know something about mom, anything." I said.
"Another time." He said as usually.
"Dad, please?" I begged.
"Isabel, no. Now don't beg." He said.
"Dad, I want to know about mom. I have a right to know." I said standing up.
"There are somethings a daughter should never know about her mother." He said.
"Why won't you tell me?" I asked leaning on his desk.
"Because." He replied.
"Because why?" I asked.
"Because, it's too hard to talk about Jamie." He said.
That's why? The memories are just to hard for him? I do think there is something more.
"Come on, dad. I'm not just doing this for me, but for Dylan. He doesn't know mom. They only memory he has of her, is the day she didn't come home." I explained.
That day was still in my head. I remember when the police man come to tell us.
"Mr. Carter." They police officer said.
"What is it?" My dad asked. I was standing at his feet and Dylan was in his arms.
"It's about you're wife." He said. I don't remember the rest of the conversation, except the the part where he said she was dead.
"Isabel. Not right know." He said.
"Dad, tell me one thing. Did she want us?" I asked.
"Yes. She always loved children. She wanted many and when she was pregnant with you, her dreams came true. She was even happier when she was pregnant with Dylan, because she going to have two. She knew that was all she was going to have." He said.
"Why?" I asked. I didn't understand.
"I don't know." He said.
"Thank you dad." I said walking over and hugging him. I walked out of the room happy.
He actually told me something and it was good.
Although I knew I had to learn more. My mother had more dreams and more of a life, than wanting a baby.
I just want to know.
What da ya think. I know it's short, but I'm having writer's block right know and any ideas would be wonderful.
Chapter 3: One Dream
When My father cames home. He usually goes straight to his study. He is a teacher at the high school. I decide to try and ask him again.
"Dad?" I asked walking into his study.
"Yes, Isabel?" He asked looking up.
"I've come to ask you something." I said sitting down.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Dad, I want to know something about mom, anything." I said.
"Another time." He said as usually.
"Dad, please?" I begged.
"Isabel, no. Now don't beg." He said.
"Dad, I want to know about mom. I have a right to know." I said standing up.
"There are somethings a daughter should never know about her mother." He said.
"Why won't you tell me?" I asked leaning on his desk.
"Because." He replied.
"Because why?" I asked.
"Because, it's too hard to talk about Jamie." He said.
That's why? The memories are just to hard for him? I do think there is something more.
"Come on, dad. I'm not just doing this for me, but for Dylan. He doesn't know mom. They only memory he has of her, is the day she didn't come home." I explained.
That day was still in my head. I remember when the police man come to tell us.
"Mr. Carter." They police officer said.
"What is it?" My dad asked. I was standing at his feet and Dylan was in his arms.
"It's about you're wife." He said. I don't remember the rest of the conversation, except the the part where he said she was dead.
"Isabel. Not right know." He said.
"Dad, tell me one thing. Did she want us?" I asked.
"Yes. She always loved children. She wanted many and when she was pregnant with you, her dreams came true. She was even happier when she was pregnant with Dylan, because she going to have two. She knew that was all she was going to have." He said.
"Why?" I asked. I didn't understand.
"I don't know." He said.
"Thank you dad." I said walking over and hugging him. I walked out of the room happy.
He actually told me something and it was good.
Although I knew I had to learn more. My mother had more dreams and more of a life, than wanting a baby.
I just want to know.
What da ya think. I know it's short, but I'm having writer's block right know and any ideas would be wonderful.