Shockingly,
Buck had become my new stepfather overnight.
I remember Buck and Mommy were standing in front of Mommy’s bedroom
window, blocking the sunlight. The light
shined around the frame of their bodies.
I could see Mommy's cut-up face from the car accident. She had on a look of gratitude. I stood there, stunned. I was unable to connect to my true feelings
about my new daddy. Mommy had had
boyfriends in her past but she didn’t marry any of them. I thought, What is so special about Buck?
I wanted to ask, “Why him?” but I wouldn’t dare. I just stared, feeling dazed, as though I was
dreaming. Mommy swiftly snapped me out
of it. “Secret! Stop daydreaming. Now this is my husband and your father, I
want you to respect him and call him ‘Daddy’ from now on. Go tell your sisters that I got married and
they are to respect my husband.”
“Okay Mommy.”
“Are you
happy to have a father now?”
“I guess so.”
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