My First Bike...

I am in a daze. I want to jump into his arms and smother him with kisses. But my father isn’t like that. I thank him sincerely several times. He laughs, and says, “I know I know”. We pay for the bike, and then we drive around to the pick up area, and pick up my bike and the dishwasher. My father, who I think gets off on these little power trips, is hungry. He looks at me and says, “Hey what’s the name of that burger joint you love so much?” I am not believing my ears! I said giddily, “Herfey’s” He’s says, “Okay that’s next!” So off we go, and he allows me to order anything. I order a large of everything, and I clean my plate. He tells me he’s glad I ate all that food, because I am going to need the energy to help him put my bike together.

We get home, and my mother meets us outside, beaming. She knew I was getting a bike. But she didn’t know she was getting a dishwasher. She almost faints! And Hugs and kisses my father for a long time! I think she even cried.

My bike got put together first, and then I also helped my father install the dishwasher. He told me I didn’t need to help him with the dishwasher, but I only felt it right, plus I felt the need to be near him. I wanted to smell the mixture of Aqua Velva, Salem cigarettes, and just him, as he installed the dishwasher. I must have offered to do the right thing, as he allowed me to ride almost until dark.

I had a cake that night, and my grandparents came over to help me celebrate. It was a birthday, I will never forget.

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