through my pictures and cry harder when I see how happy Summer was before Ben came into her life. I go to her page and see that her mom put up a memorial tribute to her, many of the students have signed it with loving messages even Brad. I notice Roger too had posted on it, so I decide to put my own words to it. Summer was full of life and made me smile and laugh since kindergarten; I have no words to express how my soul was ripped in two the day you left me. I hope you are in a happier place now. Love you always your best friend forever Bailey.
I closed down the computer and sat crying in my dad's office, I didn't notice him come in until he gave me a hug and told me everything would be ok.
"Shush, it's ok Bailey, everything is going to work out" he says. I sniff even harder trying to keep my tears from taking control. Dad helps me up of the chair and brings me into the kitchen. He has a cake box on the table and our coffee cups at the ready, "I picked up some cream cakes on the way home" he turned and put on the single serve coffee machine making mine a vanilla bean coffee. I sit in my chair and stare at the cake box, "I really miss her dad" I continue to stare at the box and allow my mind to go blank; I don't like these feelings I don't want the blackness to return. But weather I like it or not it is part of me now, and no one can take it away.
"I know, do you want to go see someone, to talk to I mean" dad says. I look over at him and see the concern in his eyes; I shake my head no and take the coffee from him.
"Maybe you should get out of the house for a while, go into town see what you can find"
"Yeah, maybe tomorrow"
He just nods and opens the box of cakes, he takes out a cream puff with jam and puts it on a plate for me" Remember I got you these in that little bakery on our road trip one year" he asks. "Yes I remember, I was fourteen and you had business in little town by the beach" I remember that trip, it was a spontaneous adventure, dad got a phone call from a company interested in his designs and wanted to meet him straight away.
We got into his car and took off; I remember we drove for about three hours eventually turning up at a coastal town. It was a decent size place and had a boardwalk and pier with a few cafe's and restaurants. Dad found a beach front motel and booked us in for the weekend, he said it was so nice there that we should stay a while. I had a huge smile and began planning my day; he laughed at me and said I had to hold on to that idea because his meeting was at two o'clock that afternoon. I remember hanging out on the pier while he was at his meeting, I walked up and down people watching when I came across a small bakery tucked away behind a fish n' chip shop.
I went inside to have a look; I was kind of hungry anyway. "Hi what can I get you?" said an elderly lady with an Irish accent, "oh I was just looking" I replied. "Well if you came in here to gawk then you can just turn around," she said. I was so surprised that I just pointed at the first cake I saw in the display case and said "that one". "Are ye sure, its that one you want?"
"Yes please" I said taking my wallet out of my pocket. The lady smiled at me and said, "it's called a cream puff, old family recipe" I gave her a half smile trying to hide my fear. She began laughing and said "not from round here then? Go on you can have it, sit down and I'll bring you some tea". "You are not from round here either" I said back to her, she cocked an eyebrow at me and gave a small laugh, "cheeky little bugger aren't ye" she said putting the cake down in front of me.
I sat in that bakery slash Cafe for about two hours learning all about Dublin and Mary. She told me the story of how she came to America and how she used to sell her cakes and pies from the back of her car before she the money to open the bakery.
"Hey" dad said bringing me back to the present, "I have to go back into the office for a bit, paperwork" he sighed. "Do you want to come
I closed down the computer and sat crying in my dad's office, I didn't notice him come in until he gave me a hug and told me everything would be ok.
"Shush, it's ok Bailey, everything is going to work out" he says. I sniff even harder trying to keep my tears from taking control. Dad helps me up of the chair and brings me into the kitchen. He has a cake box on the table and our coffee cups at the ready, "I picked up some cream cakes on the way home" he turned and put on the single serve coffee machine making mine a vanilla bean coffee. I sit in my chair and stare at the cake box, "I really miss her dad" I continue to stare at the box and allow my mind to go blank; I don't like these feelings I don't want the blackness to return. But weather I like it or not it is part of me now, and no one can take it away.
"I know, do you want to go see someone, to talk to I mean" dad says. I look over at him and see the concern in his eyes; I shake my head no and take the coffee from him.
"Maybe you should get out of the house for a while, go into town see what you can find"
"Yeah, maybe tomorrow"
He just nods and opens the box of cakes, he takes out a cream puff with jam and puts it on a plate for me" Remember I got you these in that little bakery on our road trip one year" he asks. "Yes I remember, I was fourteen and you had business in little town by the beach" I remember that trip, it was a spontaneous adventure, dad got a phone call from a company interested in his designs and wanted to meet him straight away.
We got into his car and took off; I remember we drove for about three hours eventually turning up at a coastal town. It was a decent size place and had a boardwalk and pier with a few cafe's and restaurants. Dad found a beach front motel and booked us in for the weekend, he said it was so nice there that we should stay a while. I had a huge smile and began planning my day; he laughed at me and said I had to hold on to that idea because his meeting was at two o'clock that afternoon. I remember hanging out on the pier while he was at his meeting, I walked up and down people watching when I came across a small bakery tucked away behind a fish n' chip shop.
I went inside to have a look; I was kind of hungry anyway. "Hi what can I get you?" said an elderly lady with an Irish accent, "oh I was just looking" I replied. "Well if you came in here to gawk then you can just turn around," she said. I was so surprised that I just pointed at the first cake I saw in the display case and said "that one". "Are ye sure, its that one you want?"
"Yes please" I said taking my wallet out of my pocket. The lady smiled at me and said, "it's called a cream puff, old family recipe" I gave her a half smile trying to hide my fear. She began laughing and said "not from round here then? Go on you can have it, sit down and I'll bring you some tea". "You are not from round here either" I said back to her, she cocked an eyebrow at me and gave a small laugh, "cheeky little bugger aren't ye" she said putting the cake down in front of me.
I sat in that bakery slash Cafe for about two hours learning all about Dublin and Mary. She told me the story of how she came to America and how she used to sell her cakes and pies from the back of her car before she the money to open the bakery.
"Hey" dad said bringing me back to the present, "I have to go back into the office for a bit, paperwork" he sighed. "Do you want to come
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