Wonderful Moments Never Come Back Again

Author: Solo Copyright © 2006
Blog: Solo Para Me
Location: Kuwait

It was around 6:30 AM. I was in a deep sleep at the time. All of a sudden, I was alarmed by a loud and harsh voice that drilled my ears. “F6AIM! WAKE UP NOW AND ARRANGE YOUR ROOM BEFORE I SERVE THE BREAKFAST OR YOU’RE NOT GOING TO EAT WITH US.” I jumped out of my bed terrified. I shouted; “MY GOD! What’s that!” My parents came to my room laughing at me. “It’s your dad. He’s making us breakfast today. Yallah, come down to eat,” mom said. My dad jumped at me saying “No! You must arrange your room first.”

My room was very messy. The clothes were all over the place; some on the ground and the couch. Actually, my closet was empty. Some of my shoes were under the bed. Don’t ask me how they came under the bed. I used to even sleep in that mess. My mom usually arranged it for me, but I kept throwing my stuff here and there. What a shame! I know.

I persuaded him to eat first. “Dad! First, do parents wake up their children by yelling at them the way you just did? Poor me! You’ve freaked me out! Second, I’ve never heard in my entire life of people with straight minds arrange their room in the early morning! And third, don’t you know that breakfast is the most important meal we eat. And if I didn’t eat, I wouldn’t be able to arrange my room, right dad?” These words were convincing and affective. He smiled and let me eat breakfast with them. How kind he is.

My dad didn’t mean to punish me. And he would never do it. He has been a really good father and husband. He used to do such things even to my mom. He drove her crazy. He has always joked and played with us. We all love him.

After eating breakfast, I went to arrange my room as I promised dad. I didn’t want to do such a hard job, but I had to. I hate doing this. I asked my dad to help me with it because I couldn’t do it alone. We started with the clothes then some stuff on my desk. When dad looked under my bed to grab my shoes, he saw a big box. I used to name that box “Collections of Moments.” It contained many letters of my friends, my birthday presents and cards, my diary, some souvenirs, pictures, and my dolls that I kept since I was 7. I joined him looking at my old things in the box. Almost all of the presents that my parents gave me on my birthday were there. They were special and meant a lot to me. We spent a long time talking about them. We forgot about the room. I was really glad to have such a great conversation with my dad and I didn’t want to end it. We laughed out loud at my funny pictures of when I was a kid. I was dumpy. My mom heard us laughing and came up to know what were we laughing at. I showed her the pictures and she died laughing at them, too. That was the last moment we laughed together.

My mom wanted some vegetables for lunch. She told dad to buy some. It was 1:20 pm and dad hadn’t come home yet. Mom called him but no answer. We began to worry. The phone rang. Mom answered, “Yes, who is it?” Mom didn’t say anything about that call. She left my younger brother with me and told me that she had to go somewhere. She was in a hurry; wearing her clothes and running to the car. I started to think that something had happened to my dad since he was very late. When she came back home, she told me that she was with him in the hospital. He had a fatal car accident.

Yesterday, he was moving, walking, talking, joking and laughing with us. But today, he is completely different. It seems he’s not my dad. He is just another person. He doesn’t talk anymore. He doesn’t move a body part anymore. Is there anyway to bring that merry father back? I just want my dad back. I want him to walk with me. To jog with me. To talk to me. To joke with me. To irritate me. To shout at me. I want to hear that harsh voice again. I want it to drill my ears again. But you know what, thank God that he is still alive. At least he can see us and we can see him. And those wonderful moments have become a mirage now, and I know that they will never come back again.