The first thing I did once I reached home was fall face falt on my bed and groaned. Not the groaning you make because of actual sexual pleasure, but the groaning you make from having to deal with a day and it's problems.
It was after eleven almost midnight, the only advantage I had with my job was that I could go to work after ten the next day. Why? I work extra hours after my shift at Benny's so I have special privileges. Pushing myself into a sitting g position I brought out my phone and dailed my dad's number.
"Hey, love how are you ?" I groaned and replied with "I am fine dad" but it came out as "iem fhn dah". He chuckled and asked again " I bet your tired?" I fell back with a sigh.
"I am so tired dad, I didn't get in, I got rejected. Again." There was a tiny pause " it's okay sweetheart, what do you think pulled you down?" At this my eyelids shot open could it have been a subject that pulled me down? But what?
"I don't know, it couldn't have been biology or chemistry. I eat and live for those two subjects" I said as I yawned. Yawning was stressful and tiresome. "And what about the other two? Physics and mathematics ?" He asked. At this i stopped what I was doing and came up with a good answer.
"Dad I am thinking it could have been math, my own definition of math is mental abuse to humans. I wonder who came up with the subject actually? But again there is physics another annoying subject all on its own, though I am thinking it's math dad."
"Um. You know what yeah, I am thinking it's math. You have never really been good at it ever since you were little. So I will not fault you, besides your like your mother. Both of you love theories and long grammatical sentences and structures and what not, I am the mathematician in the house".
"Jeez dad, the world would really miss you if you retried from your mathematical ways even if it was for a day. I am not that bad dad, I am actually above average when it comes to maths".
"But that's the problem sweetheart" he said with so much love in his voice. "You can never be average in life, either your good or bad at it, do you understand? "I sighed I love my dad.
"Thanks dad I needed that, I promise to work harder next time mostly on my maths, but anyways how are you and how is mom doing?"
"Well apart from growing old and using dye to colour our hair black and hide the grey, we are both good. And I love you sweetheart, so much. You may not know this but I am proud of you" with his words I felt myself tear up. Oh no I was going to cry. I pushed myself to speak even though I knew I had tears threatening with all the might in the world to ran down my face. I said.
"I love you to daddy and I will always make you and mom proud, although I am not perfect I make mistakes".
"I know Amber. I am proud of you not because of you not being perfect and definitely not because of the mistakes that you will make in life. But I am proud of you because you are simply who you are. The brilliant, smart and charming Amber. Yep, the same one that used to put toothpaste in all my shoes and would shout daddy we ran out of toothpaste, only to come find her using a toothbrush to paint my shoes all shades of paste". We both laughed. It was so funny because I didn't believe that, that was the truth. My dad would always tell me way to many stories of what I did as a kid, but every time he did tell me such I would deny them all. And claim it was not me.
"I love yoy daddy"
"I love you more sweetheart"
" I have to go to bed daddy, it's late"
"I know sweetie"
"Good night daddy, kisses from me"
"Good night my angel, lots of kisses. Bye"
That night, I didn't know from where I got my huge grin, but I slept with one all throughout the night. "Till tomorrow" I said to myself and then dreamt a strange dream of a world full of business men blabbing at the top of their voices for some unknown reason. But one businessman caught my attention in particular, the same arrogant son of a horse's ass. And for some inexplicable reason I couldn't help but smile the more.