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"I promise daddy"
0 reviewsChastity, a girl of only 16, finds herself with an unexplainable gift. Her father was the only other person in the world that knew how to use it. Maybe with a little help from Criss Angel she can l...
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People always tell me that I'm strange. Never weird or odd. Just strange. My dad once called me unique, when I was six. That was when people started calling me strange. My dad always told me I special and no matter what anybody said I should always embrace the gift god gave me. I'm still wondering, at sixteen, what gift he was talking about. Nothing good has happened to me since I was ten. My dad died of cancer six years ago. That night frequently creeps into my dreams making me awake in a cold sweat every time. Sleep has become my worst nightmare.
My mother has been less than supportive of every thing I've ever done in my life, even before my father died. She always told me that what I had was not a gift, but a curse. She told me that when I discovered it to never let it out. This made me even more confused. Why did my dad want me to embrace if it was so bad, and why did my mother want me to disregard if it made me so special? I tried asking questions but I never got a straight answer. I decided to give up trying at 14.
I was an outcast at school. Still am but now I have my friend Rosalina "Ross" Sarantakos. She moved here, Long Island, when we were both 15. On her first day of school she sat down next to me at lunch. It seems like I'm making a big deal out of something small but nobody ever wanted to sit with me before. She was the first person I've ever met, excluding my father, who love magic as much as I did.
My father taught me minor parlor tricks when I was a child. Nothing major just coin and easy disappearing acts. When I hit 10 I wanted to know more than just that. It wasn't just childish curiosity, it was stronger. When ever my dad would take me to a magic show I would get a feeling. Almost like a magnetic pull. I wanted to do what the person on stage did. But better. My father told me I would be able to one day. He said, "Chastity, one day if you work really hard and embrace that wonderful gift you have, you too can be great. You're unique no matter what anybody says. Promise me that no matter what you'll be yourself and follow the road that was meant for you." And every time I would reply:
"I promise daddy."
Nothing could have every prepared me for his death. My mother told me he was sick. But I had faith. Naïve childish faith that he would pull through and still be here. I prayed that he would still be here in the morning and mommy would stop crying. On his death bed my father looked at me through his big blurred hazel eyes and whispered; "Chastity, my baby girl, do you remember that promise you made me? I want you to tell me you'll keep that promise one last time. You're a special girl Chas, I love you." And I replied:
"I love you too daddy, I promise."
My mother has been less than supportive of every thing I've ever done in my life, even before my father died. She always told me that what I had was not a gift, but a curse. She told me that when I discovered it to never let it out. This made me even more confused. Why did my dad want me to embrace if it was so bad, and why did my mother want me to disregard if it made me so special? I tried asking questions but I never got a straight answer. I decided to give up trying at 14.
I was an outcast at school. Still am but now I have my friend Rosalina "Ross" Sarantakos. She moved here, Long Island, when we were both 15. On her first day of school she sat down next to me at lunch. It seems like I'm making a big deal out of something small but nobody ever wanted to sit with me before. She was the first person I've ever met, excluding my father, who love magic as much as I did.
My father taught me minor parlor tricks when I was a child. Nothing major just coin and easy disappearing acts. When I hit 10 I wanted to know more than just that. It wasn't just childish curiosity, it was stronger. When ever my dad would take me to a magic show I would get a feeling. Almost like a magnetic pull. I wanted to do what the person on stage did. But better. My father told me I would be able to one day. He said, "Chastity, one day if you work really hard and embrace that wonderful gift you have, you too can be great. You're unique no matter what anybody says. Promise me that no matter what you'll be yourself and follow the road that was meant for you." And every time I would reply:
"I promise daddy."
Nothing could have every prepared me for his death. My mother told me he was sick. But I had faith. Naïve childish faith that he would pull through and still be here. I prayed that he would still be here in the morning and mommy would stop crying. On his death bed my father looked at me through his big blurred hazel eyes and whispered; "Chastity, my baby girl, do you remember that promise you made me? I want you to tell me you'll keep that promise one last time. You're a special girl Chas, I love you." And I replied:
"I love you too daddy, I promise."
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