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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “All that Glitters is Not Gold” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/24/08)

TITLE: missing daddy's love and attention
By shannon dean
01/25/08


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All my life I attended private school so when daddy passed away, my mother could no longer afford to pay private school fees. If I had my way, I would have opted to stay with the friends that I had known from Toddler’s straight to Junior High but my father’s fatal car crash did not permit me to. When my mother got the call on that foggy morning of January 24th, 2005, I knew something terrible had happened but I couldn’t image that it would be that devastating. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about daddy. I was the apple of his eye and nothing did he withhold from me, especially his love and attention.
If daddy could see me now, it’s been three years since his passing and I know that I’m everything he would have expected of me. Eventually, I became acclimated with Public School where I was introduced to a few new friends. Of course I was extremely selective because as daddy always said, “show me your friends and I’ll predict your future”. Daddy’s words seem to resonate more and more these days, oh how I miss his words of wisdom. The sound of the door bell not only interrupted my thoughts but it also signaled that it was time to leave. It was our monthly girl’s night out and since Stephanie was the only licensed driver, her parents would lend her their SUV on those nights. Since we didn’t decide in advance where we were going on this particular night we did a vote before pulling off. The results of four to one confirmed we’d be spending the evening at “Twin Brothers”, a quaint little native restaurant by the seaside where lots of other teenagers chilled out on weekends.
As always, we would let our hair down and have lots of fun and laughter and this night was no exception. Along with the fine ambiance, the food was well seasoned and spicy just the way I liked it so I was too busy digging in to notice whatever seemed to capture the other’s attention. Somehow, whenever a group of boys see a group of girls in a setting such as this, they automatically try to invite themselves over but that was nowhere near my interest especially when my food was in front of me. But I guess that was not my decision to make because yep, they were headed straight for our table. Before I could ask whose smart idea that was, an extra table was being juxtaposed and the tall one jaunted to my side of the table. “I’m Russell”, he introduced himself in the middle of a ravenous bite of spicy fish. A few moments later I answered, “I’m Britney”.
Russell didn’t seem at all like the pushy type so after months of calling, texting and chatting, I introduced him to my mother who insouciantly shook his hand then returned to her duties. Of course, I understood what that meant and I guess Russell knew too. Nevertheless, the brave heart still invited me to the movies the following weekend. I had never been on a couple’s date before and with dad gone, mother was even more protective but I couldn’t blame her. I don’t know if I was more shocked by her approval or the fact that I was going out on my first date so the drive to the cinema seemed so surreal. The movie came out about 9:30 p.m. so Russell suggested that we hit the ice cream parlor before heading homeward.
While standing there looking at the menu board Russell came up right beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. At that moment, it felt so inviting. You see, since daddy’s death, I have not felt the strong secure hand of another male embrace me. It was so familiar to me and I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it. On the drive home there was graveyard silence, I don’t know about Russell but there was a battle going on between my thoughts and my hormones. Denying what I felt would be ludicrous. While my hormones suggested that giving in would be innocuous my conscience rebutted that the mere thought was inimical. Sure my flesh would be totally satisfied at nights end but then what? My body, my reputation, daddy’s advice, my future, my witness, my God would all be compromised. Thanks for always providing a way of escape.


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Joanne Sher 02/01/08
You definitely had me engaged. I was quite interested all the way through! I wish you had given more in the end about what you decided and such. There felt like a lot of information leading up to the ending, but it didn't feel like it resolved itself completely.
Sounds like you had a wonderful father. Keep writing!