and thought he was a burden to the family. That we’d be better off without him…so he took his things and just left us. I never saw him again until this evening. Isn’t that something?”
“Ah stuff him. If that’s the reason he left both of you, you should hang him off a bridge or something. He doesn’t deserve your forgiveness, let alone your love.”
Over the rest of the night, much wine was consumed amongst tears, laughter and hugs.
Waking up in the morning, we were both tipsy, our eyes looking swollen.
Maddy said, “Hey, Clara, you know that whatever I said last night, I didn’t mean it. I’m telling you just in case.”
I couldn’t help but laugh because the situation was funny. Under the influence of alcohol, people can be quite surprising.
“It’s okay, Maddy. If you ask me, I have no idea what we said last night. My head is too dizzy to remember anything—I’m lucky I remember my own name! Don’t worry, we’re friends!”
After we decided we needed to have some breakfast, she came back to me on the sofa where I was lying looking at the TV.
I couldn’t care less about what was on; all I could think of was the return of my father and how much it had complicated the things that were already messy!
“Clara,” Maddy sighed, “He’s your father. You should at least listen to him carefully before casting him away from your life forever. You should at least see what’s on his soul and then make a decision, because people can change for the better. If he came to you just now, it means he’s ready now. He probably missed you the entire time and blamed himself for the mistakes he made, so don’t make his burden even heavier. Give him a chance.”
My friend talked to me full of calm and peace, as if she’s another person totally different from the one last night.
“If you say so,” I agreed, trying to find some sense in her words. “I’ll give him just one chance and if he messes it up, I’ll never speak to him again.”
“If I’m wrong, you can choose to never speak to me. I’m willing to take this risk just to make you see the opportunity you have in front of you.”
“Fine, Maddy.”
“And?”
“I’ll try not to get upset when seeing him, and give him another chance. I hope it’ll be worth it.”
As I was leaving her house, she showed me the empty bottle while making funny signs.
As I drove home, an overwhelming sense of calm drifted over me.
Chapter Five
I could feel a strange new vibe in my body when I woke up.
I wasn’t as mad as before, when I thought I was going to explode of fury.
Now I was calmer and more open to “suggestions.”
So I called my mother to ask her what happened after I left the house in a hurry.
It seemed my father had left his phone number in case I changed my mind and decided to give him one more chance.
I then took the number from Mom to see what’ll happen if Thomas and I spent some time together, just the two of us.
After his phone rang a couple of times, he finally answered, but he had no idea that I was at the other end of the line.
“Hello, whose this?” he asked.
I hesitated to say anything the first seconds after he answered.
“Is this a joke?” he added.
When he was about to hang up, I said it…
“It’s me, Dad.”
This was the first time since I was five that I said those words.
“Clara, is it you? My baby, is it really you? I was hoping you’d call me, but I never thought you’d ever want. Are you okay?” he asked.
I could feel the enthusiasm in his voice.
“Yes, it’s me, and I’m calling you because I want us to meet for a cup of coffee and discuss the things between us. Because I know it’s easier to accuse than to understand and forgive…” I said, and tried to control my voice the best I could.
The last thing I wanted him to see is I’m nervous when talking to him.
I want to be strong in any situation!
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