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Good Hope 2Authors Comments: to be continued... and the dream's not over
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 Created on 9-22-08
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“Samantha, wake up. It’s your birthday.” My dad, Peter Brown, walked into my room and sat on the edge of the bed.
“No, dad, just five more minutes,” I grunted as I buried my head under the covers. Dad pulled the blanket from off of my head. I sat up and looked at the clock, 4:30 AM. “Why on earth do I have to get up this early?”
“I’m going to take you to see the sunrise of your sixteenth birthday.”
After about five minutes of fighting the urge to lie back down and go to sleep, I got up. I put on some slippers and grabbed a jacket and met my dad in his pick up truck.
We drove for about a half an hour, until we were at the only golf course located in our little town of Good Hope. It sounds like our town is filled with good hope; some of us are, but that to me, is just the name of a small town in Alabama where I was born.
“Dad, why do we have to live in Good Hope? It’s so boring here.” I was a little irritated that my parents picked this little town to raise a family, out of everywhere else.
“When your mother and I first got married, we wanted a small town to raise children. We were driving around in the state and this one really seemed like it had Good Hope, and mom fell in love with the waffle house.”
“How does this town have Good Hope?”
“Samantha, you do know that hope is a feeling right?” I nodded, “Because it is a feeling, you can’t see it. Your mom and I decided to move here because we had hoped that this town would be the best for our kids, don’t you think it was?”
“Well, maybe it was a good town to raise us in, but if there is good hope here, then why do bad things keep happening to our family?” I was almost to the point of crying, but holding it in.
Dad sighed, “Because things were meant to end up as they have been, everything that happens to you in your life, was supposed to happen, whether or not it was bad. Don’t think that Tessa got killed because there isn’t any hope, there will always be hope.”
“Well dad, I don’t feel any hope at all. This town just seems like a nightmare, I mean Tessa was my best friend, even though she was my sister. She was here when she was hit, dad. If she would have been anywhere else, then it could have been different; but she was here. The newspaper should have been titled ‘Family in Good Hope loses all hope.’ And what about mom?” I couldn’t hold it in anymore; I started breathing more heavily as the warm tears strolled down my face.
“Samantha, please don’t bring up your mother. Just watch the sunset, be happy, it’s your birthday.”
I remember looking at my dad differently for the first time, as a man who had lost one of his twin daughters, and recently after, the closest person to him, Kristina Analee Martin Brown, otherwise known as his wife, was found dead, assumed from being depressed and had committed suicide. Peter might have thought that he wasn’t good enough for Kristina, he had no idea why she did what she did. And I looked up to my dad, just suddenly it hit me of how amazing he really was; After all of the tragedy in our family, he can still look me in the eyes and say that there is good hope, but why wasn’t I seeing any of it?
“Dad, I’m sorry. I love you.” I looked him in the eyes when I said that, never wanting to leave this moment in time.
“I love you too, Samantha. Have I ever told you the story of how I first told your mother I loved her?”
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