It was the beginning of a new part of my life, as I kissed my wife one last

time and soon she was gone. My wife had succumbed cancer for months, and

despite treatments, nothing could have saved her. When I came home later that

night, Linda was in her room crying out like never before. Her face was all red, with

her tears surrounding her cheeks. Linda is my only daughter and family left. And it

was important to me to take care of her. She is only 17, around the height of 5’7”

and takes more of her mother’s side, while she has the color of my brown eyes

and dark brown hair. I remember from the moment she was born, I told myself

that she was going to be a success, like her father while carrying her own mother’s

beauty. That message nearly went on, as I watched her grow up from this young

infant to this beautiful young lady. For me, my name is Paul Hovel, I’m 45 and

stand at 6’0”, my own ethnicity is of European mix, while my wife was Chinese and

Irish, my daughter was a definite of beauty in breed. I decided I needed to talk to

her, and try to see if I can make her feel better. I walked to her room and began a

conversation:                       

 “Hey”, I said.                       

 “Oh, hi Daddy”, she said while wiping up her tears.                       

 “Are you okay, sweetie?”                       

 “I’m okay, it’s just that…..I miss mom.”                       

 “I do too, honey. But I promise you that, it will get better later okay, it hurts  now. But we have to take it step by step. If you want you can stay home a couple of days.”                       

 “Thanks, but I’ll be okay.”                       

 I hugged her, which lasted for some time. I knew from this point and on, that this

struggle was only the beginning. Some weeks after, as I was busy doing my daily

readings, I felt this strange craving for something to eat. It was like as if I didn’t

eat anything for an entire week. I wander to the kitchen, and opened the

refrigerator, I looked upon and see only some leftovers, Chinese take outs, and

pork chops. I couldn’t figure out what to eat. Just then Linda came home, as her

keys unlocked  the door and she has some bags in her hand.                       

“I’m home.”                       

 “Oh, hey sweetie, how was your day?”                       

“Pretty good, some of my friends cheered me up, and I talked to people about stuff and well it just made me feel a whole lot better.”                       

“That’s good, that’s good. I’m really glad that your, we’re getting back to our lives.”                       

“Me too, anyway I’m going to shower right now.”                       

“Okay.”                        

 Linda just placed her bags on the table and went up stairs to the bathroom, for

me I notice something smelling quite wonderful in one of those bags. So I walked

to the table and started looking in the bags, to find that sweet tasting smell. It

turns out that Linda bought food on her way home, and when I found it, it was a

turkey leg covered in this odd coloring, yet sweet looking sauce. I thought maybe

she wouldn’t mind if I had a piece and so I went back to the kitchen opened one

the cupboard and found a fork and a knife. I then cut a piece of the turkey meat

and ate it. My, my, it was hell of a good taste. I then put the turkey leg back into

the container and tried covering where I cut the piece of the meat with more of the

sauce, and then put it back in the bag. Like nothing happened. From a philosophy

that I learned once about trying to hide something like it never happened. I learn

that while you can pretend nothing ever happened before, it will always come

around and create a big consequence. The consequence, I’m facing can be from a

minimum to high and very expensive price, it was only a matter of time, until I had

to pay.