I don’t mean pretentious, but the real thing is that I probably have some of the best memories ever, what means a really good life to the date. As a matter of fact, I have the feeling that all the problems I have had, eventually had bettered me. I don’t regret anything at all neither, as even the mistakes that I have made have turned to be positive in the long run, although I regret that I have cursed sometimes in the heat of the moment, because I made a bad impression on the unknown people who were listening to me.
Anyway, if I had to choose just one happy memory among the huge number that I have, I definitely would pick up the summer day in which I went with my father . I remember to the ship with his help, while my mother (who had decided to stay in the harbour waiting for us, pretending that the movement of the waves made her feel dizzy) repeated time and time again to my father that he should remember me suncream constantly, because I had extremely clear skin as a girl.
It could seem that she was annoying, but the bitter truth is that my handsome, charming and dear father had forgotten so other times, to the point that, although so many years have passed, I haven’t been able to forget feverish because of the sun! This is not to say that he was a bad man, but he was an absent-minded person who lived in a world of his own.
My mother went on orders to my father about what I should eat, wear and do while the little ship was still in sight and this time he managed in an adult way, to me and my mother surprise. First, he headed to the open sea and after he went me a soft drink and a ham sandwich, having been told that under no circumstances should I skip my afternoon snack.
Obviously, you can think that neither of them was doing a good job as parents: my father was irresponsible and my mother dared to leave her little child with such a man! But hold your horses and try . He was a bit childish —what wasn’t his fault. He had had a horrible childhood, but this is another story—. On the other hand, my mother was trying him, because being a parent, he needed to grow, something he finally came .
Well, you can be asking why this specific day was so special for me. From my point of view, it was the precise moment in which my father fully understood he was a grown man, that my mother had one only child —me— and that he was supposed to be her husband instead of a sibling of mine.
I felt happy those moments with my father, even if the only remarkable thing that happened was that I could the waves moving softing thanks to a gentle breeze, while I heard my father a funny song and I ate slowly my sandwich and sipped my frozen soda. However, he was so focused on taking care of me, that I felt that my life was a bed of roses.
When we returned to the harbour, my mother came to check I was safe, while she tried me a blue cap —as it would be any use on it now that we had returned!—. All her fears dissipated, she started again, after years of constant doubts, that she had married Mister Right.
Since then, I developed a special attachment to my father and could enjoy the blessing of a home in which parents showed their respect and love to each other and to their child, something that I have try with my own children.