‘Jorge, thank you for such a wonderful day.’ We were sitting in his truck and I had a huge smile on my face. ‘You’re welcome.’ He kissed me and I got out of his truck to head inside. It was pretty late, and I was sure my mom was worrying about me. But at this point in time I didn’t really care. I put my hand on the door knob, and before twisting I turned around and waved to the dark colored window, and the faint shadow that waved back at me. Once the moment was gone I twisted the knob and walked inside. About ten seconds later the only thing I could hear was ‘Where the hell have you been?’ I smiled. ‘I’ve been out being happy.’ My mom’s angry frown faded and she smiled. ‘That’s good sweetie. But next time please call me.’ I smiled and said that would be fine.

Dinner went by fast and I decided to go for a walk. A walk all by my lonesome.

I smiled as I walked down the two mile path, heading away from my house. I dug out my phone and dialed Jorge’s number. The phone rang three or four times before he finally answered, his voice was sweet and angelic. ‘Hey Sweetie, how are you?’ I smiled at the words he used. ‘I’m doing fine, you?’

‘Great. Do you need something?’

‘No just calling to see what you thought of today.’ He was silent for a minute. ‘Sorry Kat, I was just heading to bed.’ I frowned at his reply; I could feel the sadness in his voice. I knew he felt bad for having to leave me.’ I was silent for a bit then heard his voice again. ‘I’ll come pick you up again tomorrow.’ My heart beat a little faster now, the idea of being in his arms made me warm and bubbly inside. ‘That’s fine, thank you Jorge.’

‘You’re welcome Kat.’ His end went numb with a blank voice. I walked on and on, until I reached the bridge that crossed over to the other end of the path across the canal. I took in a deep sigh, impatient for tomorrow to come. I sat along the side and was left to ponder my thoughts over and over again. Like why would he want me? The short midget that was admitted to the hospital for attempting of suicide. Was he just feeling sorry for me that I had, had such a bad life that he had to pretend to like me? My thoughts we’re disturbed and unknowing. I knew I had to bring the topic up tomorrow.