wrote poems. Her father died when she was still young, and she does not have a lot of memories about him. When Maleeka shows her mother her writings, she answers: "You're a good writer. Like your father." (pg. 122-123). To Maleeka, this is a surprise. She finds out that her Dad wrote letters and poems, and that her mother keeps them in a box in her closet, together with other things such as photos and documents.
When Maleeka opens the box, tears come to her eyes. Then she even finds a poem that her father wrote for her:
Brown
Beautiful
Brilliant
My my Maleeka
is
Beautiful
Brilliant
Mine
Beautiful
Brilliant
My my Maleeka
is
Beautiful
Brilliant
Mine
Maleeka reads the poem over and over again. "Momma is calling me. I can't answer. My mouth is full of Daddy's words, and my head is remembering him again. Tall, dark, and smiling all the time." (pg. 123)
I love this part and find it deeply touching.
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At home (1994) |
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At home (1993) |
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Skiing in Bavaria (1996) |
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Vacation in Florida (1994) |
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Vacation in Toscany (2000) |
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My dad and my sister (and our dog), fishing in Sweden (2002) |
I'm sad that I never got to know my father from a grown-up perspective. As a child, he was the best father a girl could ask for, but now that I'm older, I would have loved to have him with me, supporting me, giving me advice, and sharing everything with him. There are so many things that he missed, and many more to come.
But by remembering him, reading letters (or e-mails) that I treasure, looking at pictures, and talking to my family and (his) friends about him, and I can try to imagine what his feelings and views would be of decisions that I make and things that I experience. This way, I feel like a part of him - I know this sounds cheesy! - lives on, and that he isn't that far away from me after all.