I am not the kind of person to disagree, feel strongly about something or to say no. I am the kind of person who just lets things happen, I just want to please. If my Mom or Dad say I wish you could have done that, my next job is to please them. I just want to please. My whole life objective is to please. I can’t leave a crowd without making everybody happy, that is just me. I can’t be who I want because of my thoughts and my actions. I just want a 2nd chance to be the person I know I can be.
Those ropes look deadly. As I looked into the woods I could see them in between the trees with fresh buds as we headed across the bridge. “Looks scary!” I said to my mom who was booking further into the forest. She looked at me with her sparkly blue eyes as is they said, ‘Dad would want you to,’ my dad died when I was only 5 and it felt like he was still with me. His big chocolate brown eyes, like my own, kept him close to my heart like nothing else could. Ever since I was 5 I had tried everything to bring him back. It is just not reality. My mom still had her gorgeous eyes on me as I thought about him and his brown eyes. As we reached the ropes I felt the chills. My name is Mackenzie Anderson so I would have to go first.
Oh my god, Dad I am sorry I might not do this, No I have to, but I can’t. Everybody will laugh at you including my Dad. No I can’t do it I just can’t do it. There is no way on this Earth that I can do this. I will fail. Daddy will hate me forever and I will be put in foster care. No, no, no I have to do it. I will do it. But I won’t do like my dad would want me to do it. I walked up to the ropes and felt it as I looked up and down the tree to determine if it was stable or not. I have to find an excuse to not go on to these stupid ropes. “Mom this tree looks a little wobbly, I don’t think that I should go on.” I bit my lip hard as she looked at me the same way she did before.
“Come on Kenzie, you have to go on, this tree is very strong, just like you,” she looked into the sky then into my eyes, “I know that you are scared but you are braver than you think.”
“Mom, did Dad come here when he was in my elementary school.”
“He loved it.” She said and looked into the distance like she was imagining him standing right there. She looked into my eyes again as a tear shed from her eye. I loved it when she talked about Dad but I hated it when she cried. She is like my rock, my cement wall from the dangers of the world and when she cried, I wanted to melt into her arms.
“Let’s do it, I guess.” I said as I hopped onto the ropes with my friend Blake on the other side. I stepped one step and next thing you know it I am facing the sky. I fell off of the low ropes and had hit my head a half hour ago. My mom was next me combing my long brown hair when I woke up in my dorm.
“Kenzie you fell off of the low ropes.” Her bright blue eyes were puffy and I knew that she had been crying.
“Dad would be disappointed.” I said as I started to cry the ocean that he once loved. The ocean that we had swam in together. The ocean that he had called my home when I pretended to be a mermaid the day he died of a heart attack. The ocean that I never wanted to see again. My mom’s soothing words did not help at all. All I wanted to do but cry, just cry and cry and cry. I remember you Dad. you are clear in my mind. Why did you die? Why am I here? Why me? Why our family? Why? My mom was still looking at me right in the eyes that looked like my Dad’s. Brown like the football that we used to through in the yard.
I am Mackenzie. I have my mom’s hair and my dad’s eyes. I have a terrible habit of wanting to do everything right, but I can try for my Dad.