The slender locks of brown hair fell on my face, escaping from the messy braid. The air got cooler and cooler, making my floral frock move as if it was alive.
I took my dad’s hand, and just sat there, watching and listening.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen the sunrise,” I quietly said, resting my head on his shoulder. The cool breeze reminded me of my mom.
“It sure has, pudding. Your mom and I used to walk up to this hill every morning and watch the sunrise. But when we had you, we had something more important to watch every morning."
I giggle, thinking about how my parents would have looked like when they were younger. I remember my mom’s big blue eyes, and how her face was always glowing to match her long flowing brown hair.
My dad though, I couldn’t picture him.
He always had a cold, stressed look on his face. Ever since my mom had first been diagnosed with cancer, I had only seen him with worry and stress all over his face. Neve
I turn around, and look at him.
He suddenly seemed so relaxed, he seemed calm and care-free, as if there wasn’t a worry in the world. I hadn’t seen him look like that in so long, It was refreshing. When my mom passed away nine months ago, Dad was a wreck. He still is, but he’s getting better.
I watch as two little kids splash around at the shore of the beach. One pulled their mom in, she laughed as the bottom of her sundress got soaked. They all looked so happy together.
“I remember when I used to do that to Mom,” I said, looking at my dad.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he smiled and shed a single tear.
I looked up at the sun, that was now over halfway above the horizon.
“You know what we should do today?” He asked. “We should go have fun at the beach. Take a walk, go wading at the shore, make a sandcastle, and go get some Ice-cream."
Mom and dad always took me to get Ice-cream every Sunday morning, we hadn’t gotten any since she died, so I gratefully accepted. “I'd love to, dad!”
“Perfect. What do you wanna do first, pudding?" He asked.
“I think we should walk along the shore, right in the sun,” I said, slightly smiling.
I stood up, smelling the sand and water mix into the air. The sun was shining so brightly in the sky, It reminded me of my mom, she always smiled brightly just like the sun. I don't know if this is a curse or a blessing but every time I look at the sun, I always think of her.
"Let's start walking!" Dad said, taking a few steps, waiting for me to catch up with him.
We both walked, but didn't say a word, we just smiled as the warm air hit our faces.
Just then, SPLASH. Dad shoved me into the shallow of the water!
“Hey!” I yelled, pulling him in with me and laughing as he fell on his butt.
“Now I’m completely soaked,” he grinned, splashing water all over me.
“You started war, dad!” I said loudly, beginning to splash him over and over. I hadn’t had this much fun ever since mom, and I never wanted it to end.
After a few minutes, we got out of the water.
Great, now we're completely soaked." I shivered, as the slight breeze made my dress blow around in the wind. The sun was straight above us. Still shining brightly. A huge smile took over my face, as I admired it. Just like I used to admire my mom.
I was staring up at the sky, lost in thought, when I suddenly walked right into someone.
I jumped back, startled. The woman I ran into quickly walked away.
“That’s why you don’t daydream while you’re walking,” Dad laughed.
“I wasn’t daydreaming! I was just thinking!” I said.
“Well, you sure were smiling. Were you daydreaming about boys?” Dad said teasingly, causing my face to blush bright red.
“Dad, stop!” I said, looking around to see if anyone heard him. “I was just thinking about how the sun reminds me of mom,” I told him.
He looked at me. “How’s that?”
“How it’s always shining, and makes us feel warm, just like Mom did," I paused, looking back at the sun. "Everyone takes the sun for granted though, they all expect it to be there tomorrow just because it’s here today. Kind of like what I did with Mom. Everything would be different without the sun. But there’s no guarantee that it’s always going to be here.”
“You’re right,” He said quietly. “Your mom shined bright and beautiful, that’s all."
There was no absence of noise. Everything went quiet, and I didn't like it.
"Anyway, sandcastle competition?" I asked.
“You’re on. One hour, best castle wins,” he said, grinning.
I worked hard on mine. I used all the skills my mom had taught me, she was the best at making sandcastles. I also made a quick visit to the gift shop to get some toy flags, umbrellas, and other decorations for my castle. I even picked some flowers to make it pretty. By the time I was finished, my sandcastle was up to my waist. "I'm done with mine." I exclaimed.
I looked over at my dad’s. His was a bit smaller, but it had more detail than mine.
"You're not the only one," Dad laughed. "Let's pick someone to choose." He said, calling the women I bumped into earlier.
“Sorry about bumping into you earlier. Which sandcastle is better?” I asked her.
“I love the one with the more detail." She stated, as my dad did a little happy dance around me.
"Whatever, that wasn't even fair anyway." I jokingly kicked my castle over.
"How about I make it up to you by buying you ice-cream, Your Sandcastle Majesty?" He laughed.
“I guess that could do. But only if we watch the sunset while we eat ice cream." I giggled.
“Sure,” my dad said, as we walked up to the ice cream stand. I got chocolate, and he got vanilla.
At the top of the same hill, I rolled out the blanket.
I sat down, as Ice-cream was dripping down my fingers.
My dad was quiet, I think he was thinking about Mom. He stared off into the distance.
The warmth of the sun was disappearing. It was replaced with the same crisp air from this morning. I watched as the sun got closer to the ground, vanishing below the horizon. The sky was painted black, and the stars looked like a large hand had crushed a beautiful, sparkling diamond and tossed the dust into the sky. They twinkled in the night like a million pieces of broken glass on a wet pavement.
“Goodbye, Sun,” I whispered, as I watched the moon coming up and reflecting in the water we earlier splashed in under the sun. “I really hope you’re back tomorrow.”