Kara's Pov
Ever since my father decided tothrash the television, year after year, things began to get difficult for my Mother's and Father's relationship. It soon led to my Mum and Dad to split up, it was very painful, but Mum said it had to be done.
Now, I am older and a lot wiser, I can understand adult issues, well sometimes that is. I am still living with my Mum, but Dad comes to visit for my sake…well that's what he says, but that's just an excuse to see my Mum. I know for a fact they still love each other, as Mum sometimes cries herself to sleep and still keeps a childhood picture near her bed. I mean ever, my Uncle Gary and Brock agree with me. They're destined together!
"Kara!"
"Coming Mum!" I called as I finished tying a silky blue ribbon in my black hair.
I raced downstairs to join my mum for our 'mother and daughter' night out to a posh restaurant. To be honest, I hate posh restaurants with all the snobby people holding their little fingers up with all the different forks and knifes. It just made me uncomfortable, I just felt like shoving all the food in my mouth without worrying about the knife and fork. And the portions of food were too tiny! I mean like the starter are microscopic and the main course…well, it's like a tiny piece of chicken with a small dribbles of sauce. It gets quite embarrassing when your belly rumbles like a mini eruption in the middle of the restaurant.
"Oh Kara, you look lovely," smiled my Mum.
I was surprised of my Mum's comment as I was wearing the dress that was brought by myDad for my birthday. My dress was a pale silky blue and was very comfortable to wear from the support of two thin straps. I then looked at my Mum; who was wearing just a plain red t shirt followed by a terrible black long skirt (no offence readers if you're wearing that now heehee).
"Umm…Mum, you can't go out looking like that," I said nervously.
"And why not?" my Mum groaned, hands on her hips.
I took my Mum's smooth hand and pulled her up the stairs and into her room. My Mum flopped on to her bed while I had the privilege of searching through her organised closet. Then my eyes caught the sight of a beautiful white strapless dress, I quickly pulled out; which I knew for defiant my Mum would wear.
"This," I gleamed, whirling around with my choice.
I saw my Mum's eyes gleam with tears and stared at the dress in deep sadness.
"Mum, is something the matter?" I asked, sorrowfully.
Mum slowly touched the fabric of the dress that I held in my hands and explained, "Your father brought me this dress, when he purposed to me."
I gasped and apologised to her for my action, laying the dress on the bed sitting next to Mum. I felt my Mum's pain as she cried silently, thinking of the memories of my father. I so badly wanted to get my Dad to come back and live happily ever after, but it's hard for a 12 year old to do that.
"You still love Dad, don't you?" I muttered, glancing at the photo on her bedside table.
My mum seemed a lot younger with her flaming red hair and a yellow tank top with blue jean shorts; she was being cuddled by my dad. My dad, I don't think changed in looks wise, but he had grow stronger and got rid of his childish cheeks.
Mum stuttered at first, but was hopeless of lying and finally admitted, "Yes."
"So why can't you just ask for him back?" I suggested, crossing my fingers.
"Kara, your dad has got on with his life, he seems a lot happier without me and you for that matter," replied Mum.
"How do you knowthat, Mum? I'm not being funny, but you know that Dad puts a brave mask on when he sees us," I said. "Anyway, come on, we have to go and eat those mini meals."
Mum quickly wiped her tears away, and slipped on her dress happily. She looked so much better and I placed a silver necklace around her neck, which turned her into a million dollars.
We sat happily at the table for two by candle light and laughed at each other's company. Mum spoke about the time when my Aunt dyed her hair the wrong colour which left me in fits of laughter. It was soon getting late and we decided to leave after Mum paid the over rated bill! I rather not tell you how much it cost.
We slowly started to walk over to the car park, when Mum accidentally dropped her bag on the ground. She was just about to pick it up when a couple who were walking passed, managed to pick it up kindly for her.
Mum and I were just about to thank the man for his manners, but stopped realising who it was. It was Dad! Dad froze with Mum's handbag in his hands while the young woman, swung her arms over my dad's chest; grinning to us. "Come on, give the lady's handbag back and let's have dinner," she laughed.
My face flamed with anger and my fists clenched into hard boulders ready to hit my Dad and the woman; who had her hands around my Dad's waist. I noticed my Mum and Dad stared in shock at each other until my Mum looked at the ground; snatching the bag out of his hands.
"Come on Kara," she mumbled, taking her car keys out.
"Mist, it's not what you think," interrupted Dad, stepping in the way of our path.
"Oh it is, Ash, you can explain to your daughter tomorrow, enjoy your night," she shouted angrily back.
I got into the car, looking at the woman who was with my Dad; she was wearing a white short skirt with a horrible tarty boob tube. How dare my Dad go out with that thing? Why do this, when he could of have a life back here with us?
Mum blasted out the music trying to disguise the swear words and cries that was she was letting out. All I could do was sit there and looked at the window of our ruined night out.