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Second to last Daisy set before SOS starts up! I like this story in comparison to her first story. 


Daisy Thames;;
date: September 22, 2012
hair/makeup: same as picture
wearing: a striped dress, green tory burch flats, a cross body bag, and green earrings 
where: Whitakers
with: the family 

I had gone to Sunday dinner since the first Sunday my mom brought me home from the hospital. It was a long standing tradition in our family. Some love it, others hated it and I usually fell somewhere in the middle...tonight I was on the love it end, however. Not once was it missed. Today was the one exception for as long as I can remember though. Sunday dinner was now Saturday dinner for one night only. My mom told me it had happened once when she was a teenager but that is it. I had left Anya to book the flight to Seattle by herself. I should have known better. Sunday at 5 am is when the plane is leaving and then I had to be there early to check in. So needless to say, there is no way that Sunday dinner was do-able for me and I was going to get little to no sleep tonight as it is. This past year I would have loved an excuse to get out of dinner but this was my last dinner for a few months, the last before I entered the world of adulthood. I was lucky that I had a family that loved me so much though...even sometimes my mother. I had talked to my grandparents at my final shift as a waitress at the restaurant about how I wouldn’t be able to come. My grandpa laughed and said of course I would and next thing I knew all hundred of us dropped their Saturday plans for me. I think they had to push some of my cousins to do so but people didn’t often say no to my grandparents. 

It was a little sad tonight and I hadn’t argued once with my mom, not even about college. I even wore something a little dressier for tonight. 

“Are you ready to go, Daisy?” My dad poked his head in my room. He dress pants with a buttoned down pale blue shirt. For my dad, who spent everyday in congress, this was dressed down. I liked it when he took off the blazer. It made him feel less like a business man and more like a father. 

I felt a pit in my stomach. It was all hitting me today. I was starting to think I was insane for leaving home even though I knew it was the right move for me. But to think that I wouldn’t be able to see my dad’s warm face, my mom’s disapproving looks, Addy’s local plays, Flyn’s antics all the time...it was weird. Also to not be able to see Lyla. Not that I would be able too anyway after what happened the last time I saw here. She was constantly on my mind but I didn’t know what I could do. Everything replayed in my mind like some bad movie. I hated the situation and even at a time when I should be happy, it was all too bittersweet. I didn’t know what to do with myself as of late. Before Lyla, I didn’t know what I was missing...but post Lyla things changed. I wanted her to burst in at anytime and tell me that we could make it work, that we were going to be the ones that stand the test of time. I keep hoping but as the days ticked down, I was feeling hopeless. 

“Daisy?” my dad said again. I realized I zoned out. 

“Yeah, I’m ready,” I put a smile on. I always thought that people could read my thoughts when I didn’t want them too but some how smiling made them unable too. 

“Good. It’ll be just your mom and I tonight.” Sometimes my sisters and Paul met us here, then we all drove over to Whitakers. 

“Let’s get going then. I don’t want to be late.” I grabbed my purse and walked down stairs with him.
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We had just pulled into the parking lot at Whitakers. 

“Daisy, I just noticed,” my mom said staring me. I froze waiting for some sort of critique to pop out of her mouth. “You look really nice tonight.”

“Uh...thank you,” was all I said. I wanted to believe she meant it to be a back-handed but she seemed genuine. I wasn’t used to it. 

“Let’s go in. Judging from the parking lot, most everyone is here,” my dad ushered us in. 

I walked inside, just like any other family dinner. Except right off the bat, I could tell it wasn’t like any other dinner. Above our usual table hung farewell banner. It was a sweet touch and seeing them all there made my eyes water up. 

“Are you okay, Daisy?” dad asked. I nodded. We joined the table and I took a spot between August and Haley. I had spent a whole year wanting to get away from family dinners and now I couldn’t think of a place I wanted to be present more than here.
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