Pancakes, anyone?

Breakfast has always been my favorite meal of the day. Since I was really young, I was used to waking up to the mouth-watering smell of bacon and pancakes greeting me. “If I could only get out of bed,” I thought to myself at 8 o’clock in the morning. When I finally conjured up enough motive and energy to climb out of my warm, inviting bed, I found myself going straight to the dining room table and finding not only bacon and pancakes but also eggs, hashbrowns, a bowl of strawberries and another one of blueberries. My dad never wasted his precious time making toast, rather , he said if I wanted toast I could make it myself. I often thought to myself how funny it was that my dad seemed to be the cook in the household. I chalked it up to my mother’s deep refusal to waking up before 9 o’clock unless totally and completely necessary.
I distinctly remember waking up before my dad on my sixth birthday, waiting patiently for him to start making breakfast so I could beg him to let me flip a pancake. At the time, he still thought I was too little to flip one, but this time he let me. (How could he refuse? It was my birthday, after all.) He set me on the counter, right next to the griddle and put the spatula in my hand. Referring to tips he told me in the past, I waited until I saw enough bubbles- that’s how you knew it was ready to be flipped. And when I flipped it, I made a perfect pancake. Dad was so proud of me at that moment and all I did was flip a pancake well- something I watch him do all the time. I don’t remember much from when I was younger but this memory sticks out to me more than any of them. I think its because I only knew my dad until I was 8 and I’m starting to realize that those memories are few and far between. Pancakes remain my favorite breakfast food to this day.

Before

This is a girl and her father before heading to the radio station to spend the day there together most girls wouldn't like going to work with their dads, but she didn't mind at all this is trust that existed with no second guessing two people who crave each other's company but are only granted it when the weather gets warmer summer brings promises of being together, only after being apart for far too long this is before all her hopes got crushed He told her he would get better and be there for her, with her through everything he would be the one to walk her down the aisle but when everything got taken away from him she was robbed of that future those summers were ripped away from them, this picture was all she had left to remember someone who could've tried harder but instead, broke his daughter's heart left her with an unforgiving mother this isn't what it appears to be- a happy daughter and father this is a man who is struggling with his own addiction a little girl who is all too aware

The image

Skye has no idea about this. Skye can NOT find out. If she knew what I was about to do, how I was planning on leaving to spare her life, she would want to go with. No, telling her isn’t an option. So instead, I’ll go with Plan B. Plan B may or may not go like this: 1. I’ll tell her to meet at our usual spot. (Her grandparent’s hundred year old log cabin smack dab in the middle of the woods. They have a home in Florida so they’re only here in the summer.) 2. I’ll give her the present I was saving to give her on her birthday this upcoming week. You see, I have to give it to her now; I might not get another chance. I must leave tonight. I was ordered and I am designed to follow orders. If I lost my purpose, forgot about the point of coming here, I would jeopardize the entire mission. I can’t let myself get distracted by some girl who caught my eye and made her impossible to forget. I would gladly die a thousand painful deaths before I let that beautiful creature lose her life at my hand. I would tie bricks to my feet and jump in the deep end. I would run into a burning building and find release in the flames, if that would ensure her safety. Getting sidetracked. Get it together, man. 3. When I see her, I’ll tell her how much I love her and make sure she knows she will never lack anything- whatever she finds herself needing in the future, she will always have it. I will make sure of that. 4. She’ll ask me why I’m talking this way because she knows I will do anything for her and then she says that I’m scaring her. And now, I’ve lost all my resolve and I tell her everything- every sordid detail and every fucked-up fib I’ve told to cover things up. As I tell her, I also watch her and those eyes will make me want to run away, screaming. Because I would rather leave than watch her become more and more aware of my betrayal.