Month 1

We saw each other off and on. I think she purposefully would come jogging around my park so she could just catch a glimpse of me. I wish I could return the favor.

I haven't been going out there as much. I like her a bit, but I am not sure how to deal with this. Really, I am not sure how to deal with Kayley. She is an energetic volcano with a talent of saying really blunt things. Not that it is bad, I get very tired of the political correctness. I am blind- let the populous use the word- BLIND.

She doesn't seem to care though, which is very refreshing.

Month 2

I was walking to the café to get my coffee one morning. Somehow, Kayley managed to run- or rather jog into me. Is she stalking me?

She asked if she could join me. I agreed, and we drank our coffees together outside under the shop's awning. The summer breeze was cool. Our conversation though was minimal. After awhile, Kayley said she had to leave. Before her departure, she placed a thick piece of paper in my hand. I wasn't sure what to think of her gesture, but was completely clear of her intention.

She bid me farewell. Then, I could hear her footsteps as she began to warm up again to finish her morning routine.

Later, when I got home, I pulled the paper out. To my surprise, she had written me a note- in Braille. I ran my sensitive finger tips over it.

It read:

Dear Garrett,

From what I can tell, you are a very private person. Which is okay! But, I do want to be friends with you, when you are ready. So, instead of me giving you my phone number, here's my email address: .

Hope to hear from you soon.

- Kayley

"This is different." I said aloud to myself. Her discreet, caring act began to chip away at the crack she made in my heart's walls.

I also thought her email address was rather strange. What does, "On her father's wings," mean?

Month 3

I had gotten overloaded with work. I manage a website that sends out products to reviewers. It keeps me in an endless amount of awe at the useless things people buy.

My research had also possessed me. I have always loved Arthurian lore. Something about the legend, if not the actual time, has resonated deeply with me somehow. I feel interwoven with it. So, along with my job, I research the different tales and their writers. I compose my thoughts of the material online as well.

It was the last day of the month, and I almost closed my laptop for the night. Yet, Kayley crept back into my head. It had been a few weeks since I had spoken to her. That time at the bookstore, I was looking for more from Sinatra. She was looking for Brett Young's latest release.

I remembered her email. I decided that tomorrow, which was a Saturday, would be when I send my first message.

Month 4

The laptop hummed slightly as I turned it on. The JAWS program reading aloud to me this notification and that notification as I looked through my inbox. Nothing was of any interest. I deeply inhaled and opened the "New Message" icon. My fingers began to dance away on the tiled floor of my keyboard.

I wrote:

Dear Kayley,

Thank you for being patient. As you observed, I am very private. Even typing this message right now is difficult. But, I know it is time for me to reintroduce myself to the world. It has been too long. That is not what matters right now. What does matter is my strong curiosity at your...unique email address. Why onmyfatherswings?

-Garrett

A few hours later-

I knocked a few things off of my weekend to-do list. Wash clothes: done. Cleaned office area: done.

Everything else that revolves around owning a flat: done.

With a fresh cup of coffee in my hand, I sat down at my desk.

I asked my computer, "Are there any new emails?"

JAWS replied, "One new email from onmyfatherswings. Do you want to open this message?"

"Yes, open, please."

JAWS read:

Dear Garrett,

It has been awhile since I have "ran" into you. Sorry about that- I get carried away easily- if you haven't noticed by now.

I don't need to know your story unless you want to tell me. I do not want you to feel pressured whatsoever.

I also have something concerning you to which I am curious. What do you do for a living? What do you do for fun?

You seem like you don't socialize much, but there MUST be something you enjoy!! Aside from rescuing random damsels in distress.

I am laughing so hard at that memory!! I was so angry with that slob!! And even you for insinuating that I would be THAT careless!! My mother tells me often that my head is up in the clouds, however I am not an idiot.

My father used to encourage me to dream with all I had in me. He was my encourager- my entourage.

My mother had always been the practical one in their marriage. Now since my father died ten years ago, she is still the practical one in her relationship with me.

You asked about my email address. The reason why is this: my father was murdered in the line of duty.

He always told me to let my wings soar and fly high!

So, now that he is in Heaven, I try to stay positive, and dream that I can fly on my father's wings.

-Kayley

After it finished reading her message to me, I had to lean back and take her revelation in.

She lost her father ten years ago in the line of duty. Lionel died ten years ago. He was a police detective. He had a wife and a young daughter.

Could it be? Could this all somehow be divinely planned?

Is Kayley Lionel's daughter?

Now more than ever did I realize that it is time to say, "Hello," to the world again. Despite all that I have been through, my loyalty to Lionel overrides it all. If she truly is Lionel's daughter, then she deserves to know the truth: I knew her father.

Seems like this will be a time of admission and renewal- a season of new attempts.