I can’t remember what grade I was in. I was
in elementary school - below forth grade, I know that. I wannna say it was
third grade.
We
used to carpool with our neighbors to St. Thomas, which was like three minutes
away driving. So, the Valeks picked me up in the mornings and my dad would ride
his bike to work those mornings. Almost every time the Valeks took us, my dad
would race us to school. Usually, we would beat him every time, because obviously
we were in a car and he was on a bike.
But,
one time, we raced to school. He said he was very reckless and rode through
stop signs. But, one time he beat us there. He told me, before we left the
house, that he wanted me to wait if we beat him there. So, we beat him and I
remember coming home that night and he said that he had waited for me at the
school and I had totally forgotten. I guess he was just sitting in front of the
school, with his bike, waiting for us to come piling out of the car and we
never did, because I guess we were already inside or something.
That
night when he told me, I was really upset, but I didn’t want him to know I was
upset. So, after he told me he had been waiting for me and I didn’t show up, I
sat in the kitchen and cried. I was so sad because I had left him there all
alone. To this day, I don’t think he knows that I cried after he told me, after
he told me that I left him there alone. But, that will haunt me for the rest of
my life, I swear. I still feel so guilty thinking about it. So, I guess this is
my apology to my father for leaving him.
-Sophie, Legal Grounds
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