Do I detect a date being kept from us? No, I wouldn’t come all the way just to date someone in secret, plus there isn’t anyone, actually. Why does it sound like there a male issue brewing? Not really, I don’t know. Anyway, I don’t want to discuss him, what have you two been up to the last two months. I’m going to go get dress, then I’ll take you to what’s we’ve been doing for the past couple of months. Ok mom, see you in a bit.
What going on with my little princess, it’s been a minute since we had one of our talks. I know dad, let’s take a walk outside until mom getting ready. I’ve always loved that the park was in our backyard. I could image my own little kingdom where I would meet the perfect prince who treated me just the way you treat mom. Did you ever find him? I thought I did and then the world was crushed and reality crashed in. He left without a word, without saying goodbye, without another word until a few months ago when he happened to walk back into my life. How long was he gone? 8 years! Eight that’s a long time ago and I know I would have remembered my princess being hurt. Not if I didn’t say anything, you would. What happened and why wouldn’t you say something? Dad, eight years ago I had to defy the both of you to even be a counselor at the retreat camp. You expect me to come back and tell you both lost my heart to someone who treated me like a princess, never took one advantage that was presented every time we went walking at night. Who I felt I knew my entire life instead of those 6 weeks. After we lost one of the kids, he changed, you would think he was dying next or a part of him died as well. Then when I told him I couldn’t leave with him, he left the next morning without a word. Until recently I never heard or seen him again. Now he’s asking for a second chance, he’s asking to be given a chance to make everything up and promises never to hurt me again.
How long was he gone? 8 years! Eight that’s a long time ago and I know I would have remembered my princess being hurt. Not if I didn’t say anything, you would. What happened and why wouldn’t you say something? Dad, eight years ago I had to defy the both of you to even be a counselor at the retreat camp. You expect me to come back and tell you both lost my heart to someone who treated me like a princess, never took one advantage that was presented every time we went walking at night. Who I felt I knew my entire life instead of those 6 weeks. After we lost one of the kids, he changed, you would think he was dying next or a part of him died as well. Then when I told him I couldn’t leave with him, he left the next morning without a word. Until recently I never heard or seen him again. Now he’s asking for a second chance, he’s asking to be given a chance to make everything up and promises never to hurt me again.
Second, to you, I never felt as comfortable as I did in his arms, and no we never went all the way, but I wouldn’t have thought twice if things were different. Did he tell you what happened? All he says is that he was a young fool who allowed the best thing to walk out of his life. He also told me we each had eight years to grow up, learned who we are and still, neither of us has found that special someone that we found in each other. How do I believe him, how do I know he won’t do it again? You don’t, but only your heart know if you can believe him. But you never hurt mom that way. You really should ask us to tell you how we got together the third time before your mom would even accept my proposal. She tells the story better.
I messed up not once but twice before I realize that I was walking away from the best thing that ever happened to me. First I thought we were just meant to be friends and was talking to another young lady. Then the following summer, I thought she was with someone else and left without a word until one of the guys told me that I was a fool for letting her slip through my fingers. The guy who was occupying her time was her cousin staying with her for the summer. I felt like such an idiot and a world-class mule. It took months of me groveling, pleading and begging my way back into her good graces. Plus, another year before I was able to propose to her and not have her laugh in my face. The point is when men are young, we do stupid things, and every now and then we, are blessed with our soul mate only to be to blind to realize it until it too late. Sometimes, we are given time to grow up, mature and go after what we should have never allowed slip away. I don’t know this character who tried to take my baby girl eight years ago, but only you can decide if he’s worthy enough to bring home.
Who’s that at the door with mom? Oh, there’s the two of you. Since it’s not my birthday, anniversary and George isn’t in the doghouse, these beautiful roses must be for you. Roses I say, running into the living room. Mom didn’t tell the truth. There were 3 large beautiful vases of my favorite roses and flowers. The first is birds of paradise with white roses. The second one is yellow, white and red roses and pompoms. The third is a mixture of pink and lavender flowers of all types beautifully arranged to form the letter C. Not one of them had a card, but by the letter, I knew who sent them. I just needed to know who help him.
When dad came thru the door whistling stating I like his style! What does he do for a living? He’s a director until they find him dead. Now don’t go and kill the poor boy, he went to great lengths and expense to pull this off. I told him to let me think, to leave me alone. There’s no card, are sure they are from him? Dad his first name is Charles, he sent his initials.
Ok, come help me put them in the dining room so we won’t be late. What for mom, I asked as the three of us carried the vases into the dining room as mom arranged them. They are beautiful, but he’s not playing fair. They never do. Your father has spent a fortune over the years when he landed his foot in his mouth. But never more than when I put him out of my life all those years ago when he accused me of seeing another man. But I never once seen you argue or even have a sour word towards each other. Just because you didn’t see them doesn’t mean we never did it.
Where are you taking me? For a while now we have had a job. A job that has enriched our lives and restored vitality back to it. I’ll drive, no dear the weather good today we can walk it. There is so much more we wish we could do, but your mom wouldn’t allow me to ask you for help. Mom, that doesn’t make sense. When you see where we are going to, it will make sense to you. Oh my old schoolhouse, I thought they closed it down? They did, but then some investor came and did the necessary repairs and remodeling to reopen it to what it is today. That is? Welcome to Erica’s Sugar Creek orphanage. An orphanage, when did this happen? For some time now actually dear. But it isn’t a typical orphanage, nor are all the children local to this region. See for parents who either can’t afford to or don’t want to care for their child born needing heavy medical care, this place was created. But dad. Pumpkin wait, not all the children are orphans. If we walk thru the back it would say Tim’s Sugar Creek Home. The special thing is once you pass the offices on either side, the children can’t tell which side they walked in though.
Why here, why would he open this home here. We aren’t sure but remember Deacon Wilson. Yes, the deacon in charge of youth programs and my advisor. Well yes, he thinks it has something to do with a kid that died at a summer program so many years back, said dad. The Admiral! That the name of the main section here and the newest homes going up down at the retreat center just for our children to have a home to live in. That part I’m not surprised at dad. Honey why not, because I think I know more about the cause of this home then I can wrap my mind around.
Are the two of you going to be here for a while? Well actually yes. This is our shift and we were hoping you would join us. Mom when the next day you are back. We are here daily for these children it’s almost story time and nap time for the youngest one and the oldest are having lunch. Ok, I can’t stay today but I promise I will tomorrow. Is everything ok? Yes, dad I just need to think some things out. If I don’t see you tonight, I’ll be by early in the morning.
What in the hell was he thinking opening up this here I wondered as I walk over to Deacon Wilson’s home. Showing up unannounced isn’t a habit, but after what I just heard, he’s the only one who can help me make sense of it. Good afternoon can I help you? Oh, my god, Diane is that you, my you are a beautiful young lady. Yes, Mrs. Wilson, it’s me. I am sorry to just show up at your door, but I was wondering if I could speak with the Deacon. Shh now, you have always been welcomed in our home and the Deac is sitting out back resting. Is he alright? Yes, girl, he’s still working at the church three days a week with the youth. He says that where they probably carry his body to the morgue from there. Come on, let me just grab his drink. Would you like something, no Mrs. Wilson, I haven’t long ago eaten breakfast. Honey, your favorite student has dropped by to see you. My favorite, she hasn’t been by in over in how many years? So who really is here? It’s me Deacon, the absentee. Diane.
Did that scoundrel find you yet? What scoundrel sir? The one who set to open up those home three years ago. Three years, I’ve been home to visit on a number of occasions and never once did I notice that home and why would someone be looking for me. You didn’t know about it? Know what Mrs. Wilson? Mom and Dad just showed me the place today, they never mentioned it to me on prior trips home. But its something about the purpose of the home that brought me to you. The house officially opened 6 months ago, the place needed a lot of renovation to make it co-inhabitable. In addition, he was building the Admiral Home by the retreat camp for the children to live daily. They have all but been finished as well. Who built all of this, Timothy’s parents or his brother? So you did know they were brothers! No Deac, I just found out recently, but he never mentioned any of this. Why do you call him a scoundrel? He came to our town because we ran the camp back then, actually when the new retreat owners first came on the scene, to buy the place we weren’t sure if they would keep it as a retreat site. They had all type of people here in our town big money important type people. We didn’t have much more money to keep the retreat open nor to fight if they changed it back to a hotel.
Then after the first year, they closed the whole retreat stating major renovation was needed. When we mentioned about the summer retreat for the local kids in neighboring town, they told us, that Haven’s Creek will be handling our summer camp location. Still, we’ve met everyone but the owner. So that summer they sent all the kids to a hotel at Disney World, did the renovation, laid the foundation for the new building on the property and renovated the old school house. Six months ago they received the certificate of occupancy for all places and the state approval to operate the home/orphanage. At the grand reopening of the main building at the retreat center, we finally heard why we were chosen to house this organization and meet Timothy’s family again and this time his brother as well.
The Deacon truly gave him a talk down for whatever he did eight years ago. You knew Deac, how? Sweetheart, you are like my own, your whole spirit changed. Your dad asked if I knew what happened and I told him to wait till you speak about yourself. But when he came back around, looking for you, he caught it from me. Oh, he did, he hasn’t said a word about any of this. You’ve spoken with him?
Yes, he’s my co-director at Beautiful Village for the past couple month. He told me he was having issues with Haven co-owner. I thought it was a merger but now I don’t know what I know. He seemed to have grown up over the last eight years and found himself. That’s what he said to me last night. I need to go; I promise not to be such a stranger I’ve just lost myself in my job as of late. He has a good heart and seemed to lost his heart at the beach to a special lady we know and love. Bye, we shall talk soon.