church. “Come on Mace, you need to face your fears boy.” Following her path with his clumsiness he went out and ran right back in. She laughed at the sight of him her overgrown baby. “Are you going to be okay today?” He knew how to manipulate her. The morning moved along without delay, the priest’s sermon today gave her a sense of hope for all things possible. What those things may consist of she has yet to figure out. She picked up fresh bread from the local bakery and headed over to the nursing home where her father resided. Walking in seeing all the familiar faces brought pleasure to know her father was in a warm friendly environment although the scent of the facility reminded her of hospitals.
“Hi Lucy, how is the chief doing?” She asked the head nurse while she signed herself in within the guest registry.
“Hi doll, the chief is doing ok. He doesn’t seem to like when it rains but then who does. Do I see fresh bread?” Peeking into the bag she inhaled the delicious aromas from the bread. “Garlic and herbs with parmesan, oh goodness that smells heavenly.”
“Yes it is, I bought all your favorites and I even picked up some honey butter.”
“Oh Marisol, you are definitely a blessing. Come with me to the kitchen area plus I want to discuss something in private.” Nurse Lucy put her arm around Marisol. Lucy cared about her patients but she took a special liking to Marisol and her father who they call the “chief”. She was petite frame but stern and when she spoke her tone demanded respect. Her salt and pepper hair wound up in a tight bun shouted the words all work and no play attitude. Entering the sterile white kitchen, she took the bread from Marisol and started to set them up on plastic serving trays that were stored in the cabinet. Turning her head she looked up at Marisol. “Well, I just wanted to update you about your dad before you visit. He has been quite confused this week more than ever before, slipping in and out of the past and some of the details he has shared recently may be a bit hurtful for you. I just want you to go in there with an open mind.”
“Lucy, you are so sweet and I love you for it. I know my father could be a cruel man but I also know he has some good in him. I have to believe that. All my life I have defended him to others but good or bad he is all I have left.” Looking down at the counter where her hands were curled up together.
“I know there is good in him otherwise how would a beautiful person like you exist. Your father is just a misunderstood man and from what I gather lacked compassion from his own father. I just wanted you to be prepared that’s all. If you need me afterwards make sure you find me.”
Smiling like a child who just received recognition for a job well done she replied. “I can’t thank you enough for always being there for me.” Marisol walked over and gave Lucy a tight hug - a kind of hug she would have given her mother if she was still alive.
“Oh girl, now you move along out of here before you ruin my reputation. I can’t have folks thinking I am a softy.” Pushing Marisol along towards the door she couldn’t help the fondness she carried for her. Marisol ignited Lucy’s motherly instinct to protect her and she also knew there are more layers to the old chief than Marisol realizes which could be quite detrimental to the poor girl. The man was extremely ruthless.
Strolling into her father’s room with caution she spotted him in his wheel chair staring out the window. “Hello daddy, anything interesting out there?”
Turning the wheel chair around he stared at Marisol trying to decipher who she was. “Valencia?”
“No, it’s me Marisol.”
“Valencia, where have you been? I have been all over looking for you.”
She was the image of her mother, unsure how to handle the situation she decided to role-play hoping to unleash some
“Hi Lucy, how is the chief doing?” She asked the head nurse while she signed herself in within the guest registry.
“Hi doll, the chief is doing ok. He doesn’t seem to like when it rains but then who does. Do I see fresh bread?” Peeking into the bag she inhaled the delicious aromas from the bread. “Garlic and herbs with parmesan, oh goodness that smells heavenly.”
“Yes it is, I bought all your favorites and I even picked up some honey butter.”
“Oh Marisol, you are definitely a blessing. Come with me to the kitchen area plus I want to discuss something in private.” Nurse Lucy put her arm around Marisol. Lucy cared about her patients but she took a special liking to Marisol and her father who they call the “chief”. She was petite frame but stern and when she spoke her tone demanded respect. Her salt and pepper hair wound up in a tight bun shouted the words all work and no play attitude. Entering the sterile white kitchen, she took the bread from Marisol and started to set them up on plastic serving trays that were stored in the cabinet. Turning her head she looked up at Marisol. “Well, I just wanted to update you about your dad before you visit. He has been quite confused this week more than ever before, slipping in and out of the past and some of the details he has shared recently may be a bit hurtful for you. I just want you to go in there with an open mind.”
“Lucy, you are so sweet and I love you for it. I know my father could be a cruel man but I also know he has some good in him. I have to believe that. All my life I have defended him to others but good or bad he is all I have left.” Looking down at the counter where her hands were curled up together.
“I know there is good in him otherwise how would a beautiful person like you exist. Your father is just a misunderstood man and from what I gather lacked compassion from his own father. I just wanted you to be prepared that’s all. If you need me afterwards make sure you find me.”
Smiling like a child who just received recognition for a job well done she replied. “I can’t thank you enough for always being there for me.” Marisol walked over and gave Lucy a tight hug - a kind of hug she would have given her mother if she was still alive.
“Oh girl, now you move along out of here before you ruin my reputation. I can’t have folks thinking I am a softy.” Pushing Marisol along towards the door she couldn’t help the fondness she carried for her. Marisol ignited Lucy’s motherly instinct to protect her and she also knew there are more layers to the old chief than Marisol realizes which could be quite detrimental to the poor girl. The man was extremely ruthless.
Strolling into her father’s room with caution she spotted him in his wheel chair staring out the window. “Hello daddy, anything interesting out there?”
Turning the wheel chair around he stared at Marisol trying to decipher who she was. “Valencia?”
“No, it’s me Marisol.”
“Valencia, where have you been? I have been all over looking for you.”
She was the image of her mother, unsure how to handle the situation she decided to role-play hoping to unleash some
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