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Why do people think that breakfast is the most important meal of the day? Yes it helps you wake up and helps you to think in the morning. But what about lunch? It settles your stomach in the middle of the day and lets you have a big meal! Or what about dinner? It's your last meal of the day to have something fattening and good. Dessert I don't count as a meal, just a treat. I remember I led a protest about the other meals. Stupid I know. But at least a dozen people protested with me! Well coming back from the woods and starving, I was starting to say sorry to breakfast. I was starving and couldn't handle it anymore! We were getting very close to Marie Calendars and my starvation was growing. Me and my Dad were just talking when we pulled into the parking lot. Finally, I could get some food! My Dad stopped in the middle of the parking lot, looking at a car. We stayed there for a while.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Umm…I'm not that hungry for this place anymore. How about Perkins?"

"Dad I'm starving! It's been at least 13 hours since I last ate!"

"I know. But…Perkins isn't that far away."

"Dad. What's wrong?"

My Dad still stared at the car in front of us. He sighed and pulled out of the parking lot. I groaned for disapproval and hunger. The ride to Perkins was pretty silent. Then he let out a little scream.

"Screw it."

He made a very sharp u-turn and headed back to Marie Calendars. We pulled into a space. I undid my seatbelt and stared at him.

"Shit dad what was that about?!"

"Sorry. I just…wanted you to try this place."

"Thank's for the warning!"

I opened the door and got out of the car. I would have been throwing up my now if I had anything to throw up. My Dad got out and we walked to the door. He stopped at the entrance.

"Uhh…dad? The point is to walk in and eat."

"I know. I was thinking I forgot something."

"How about a starving daughter?"

My Dad laughed and led me in. A petite server was at the little stand looking over some schedule. She looked up and smiled.

"Hello and welcome to Marie Calendars! A table for two?"

"Yes please."

"Alright come with me."

The server led us to a table in the middle of the room. She laid down 2 menus in front of us.

"My name is Angie and I will be your server today. What can I start you with?"

"2 cheesy hash browns no bacon a lemonade and a Coke and 2 french toasts."

"Coming right up!"

I was surprised at my Dad. How did he know I liked all that stuff? Jeeze he was good. A voice rang out in the room that made my Dad stop breathing.

"Oh Dana your so funny!"

My Dad looked over to the booth nearest to us. There was a guy and a girl sitting there. The guy had short blonde hair with blue eyes. He was wearing sweats and a 'Navy' shirt. The girl was wearing tight jeans with a pink halter top. He was twirling her long brown hair that was already curly.

"God Dan it was an innocent joke. It wasn't that funny!"

"No it was! Who did you get it from?"

"Me of course!"

The girl named Dana looked over at our table. My Dad looked away quickly and pretended to be interested in the pie list. Dana made her way to our table. She stopped in front of the table.

"John?"

My Dad looked up from the pie list. He forced a weak smile. I knew that smile. It wasn't his real smile. It was his 'I-don't-want-to-smile-but-I-will-anyways' smile. Apparently she knew that to.

"Dana. What a surprise."

"Very much so. So what have you been up to? I've been following you on TV."

"Really? Well I've been doing fine. This is my new daughter Sarah."

"This is Sarah! Oh your mom told me so much about her John! It's so nice to meet you!"

Dana extended her hand to shake mine. I looked at my dad first. He nodded for approval. I shook her hand. She had on a nice smile. I could tell it was sort of fake though.

"It's so nice that John took you in. After all, you've been through so much!"

"Ummm…thanks?"

"So John! Any mother figure for this young lady?"

"Nope. Single still. How are you and…Dan."

There was an aquward silence between the two of them. Usually I know how to break these things. But this time, I had no clue.

"Me and Dan are fine. Actually we're…engaged.'

"Oh."

"I thought your mom would have told you."

"Nope. Well…congratulations."

"Thanks. Well…I better get back. Nice to meet you Sarah. John."

Dana walked back to her table and talked silently to Dan. I looked at my Dad. He looked really hurt. He got up and walked out. The server came back with our food.

"Where's the man that was with you?"

"Uhhh…I don't know? I think he left."

"Well you need to pay for this."

I searched my pockets. Dang these new clothes! I looked in the pockets of my zip up. Yes 40 dollars! I gave the money to the server.

"Keep the change and eat the food for yourself. Or give it to some poor people out in the streets."

I got out of my chair and walked out of the restraint. I saw my Dad sitting in his car, staring at my drawing. I walked to the car and stopped briefly. My Dad was…crying. Not like bawling. Just the occasional slip of a tear or two. I got in the car next to my Dad.

"Dad did you know her?"

My dad was silent. He was still looking at my picture. I was worried that he would get it wet. Yeah I know stupid thought. But hey it was pretty damn good.

"It was only a week…"

"What was Dad? Who was that?"

My Dad looked at me with sad eyes. I wished never to see my Dad like this. Now I was and I had no clue what to do.

"Dana was a girlfriend a long time ago. We went out for 6 years. I left her so I could train in OVW. She didn't want me to. She wanted me to finish college with her. But I just got up and left. 1 week later I find out that she was going out with my best friend."

"Dan."

"Yeah. Now I learn that she's engaged. She finally got what she wanted."

My Dad put the picture in my lap. I looked up at my Dad. I could tell he was trying not to cry a lot.

"Dad, we didn't have to go in there."

"I wanted to face it. I guess I couldn't. The one thing I wanted to do and I failed."

I turned my Dad around so that he was facing me. Time for lecture number 11, courtesy of my old dad.

"Listen up. You may have 'failed' at this one thing. But do you know how many thing's you've had success at? You still have so much to tackle that 'failure.' I mean, look at you. You're a WWE champion and a great dad."

OK so I changed the last sentence. It was supposed to be ' a beautiful young girl who is growing up so fast.' But I felt that that didn't apply to my Dad. He looked at me, his eyes a little happier.

"You went in there which is a huge step for you! You could have driven all the way to Perkins. But no. You made that deadly u-turn and tackled your fear to an extent. So stop saying you 'failed.' Just give it time."

My Dad stared at me for a while. I could tell he was shocked, yet happy at the same time. I handed him a tissue from the back seat.

"You know, I supposed to be giving the lectures around here."

"Oh well. Life goes on right?"

"Yeah. It does doesn't it?"

My Dad started the car and drove off. I had forgotten I was starving. But screw it. I could wait till lunch.

"So what are we doing?"
"Well we're going to go somewhere special. You know how I said I had to train you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I am."

I squealed in delight.

"Oh my god Dad thank you! I love you so much!"

Shit! It slipped out! Of course that didn't dawn on me until I stopped giving him a big bear hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was totally sudden. I felt like a complete idiot.

"I love you to kiddo."

That made me not regret it. I leaned over and rested my head on the side of my Dad's hip. He was too tall and I was sulking in the seat! He put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. I'm just gonna tell you now that it wasn't meant in a coupley way! It was a father and a daughter bonding! But still…that felt pretty damn good. My old dad never did that. We were like that the whole way to the gym which was a way's away. I didn't care about the training anymore. All I cared about was being with my Dad. My Dad. Damn that had a nice ring to it! I finally had a real dad. And it was the best dad a person could have.