My parents have been divorced for five years, and it hasn't been nearly as bad as my overdramatic five year old self made it seem, and growing up made me realize that I just wanted my parents to be happy. I still wish that they could be happy together though.
My dad met this woman...her name is Eiza. She's really pretty and she does my hair and my makeup even though my mom doesn't really like her to do that because she says I'm too young to wear makeup. I still like her though. She's good for my dad, but not as good as my mom is for him.
Today my dad is getting married to Eiza. She's been fussing over the wedding for a long time now and my mom has even been helping her with it. I don't understand why because I would never help my ex husband's fiancée with their wedding, but mom is a good person so of course she didn't say no when Eiza asked her. I know that it bothered her though, because sometimes she would get upset looking at bridal magazines and she cried in the dressing room when we were trying on our dresses. I did my best to comfort her but sometimes my best isn't good enough.
Mom hasn't dated anyone since her and dad divorced. She said that I was the most important person in her life and bringing someone else into the equation would throw everything off. I'm glad she loved me so much but sometimes I wish she would go on the dates that Auntie Dal set her up with because I don't want her to be lonely. I want her to be happy like dad is, but she says I'm enough for her.
"Hey Gabi," mom called from across the room. Her hair, makeup, and nails were all done and so was mine but she was helping Eiza get dressed and all that stuff.
"I need you to go check on your dad. You know where he is, right?" I nodded and stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress before exiting the room. My dress was really pretty. It was purple and it was all sparkly at the top and then it was poofy on the bottom. Dad says it made me look like the princess that I am. My hair was in my natural curls but I had a sparkly headband to hold it back because I don't like when my hair is in my face.
I walked down the hall of the church and stopped where the men were getting dressed. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to let me in. When I did get to go in, it was just dad and his dad in there.
"Abuelo!" I called, rushing over to my grandpa and jumping into his arms. He hugged me tight and was kissing me all over my face like my mom does when she's being all mushy and stuff.
"Hola nieta! Don't you look like a princesita!" Abuelo and dad both speak in the same language. It's called spanish. Dad has been teaching me spanish too but it's hard to learn and sometimes I accidentally speak it to my mom and she gets annoyed because she doesn't know what I'm saying. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm saying.
"Dad, can you give us a minute?" My dad asked and Abuelo nodded before setting me down. I sat down where he was sitting as he left and looked up at my dad who was fixing his bowtie over and over and over again.
"Papi you're not fixing it, you're just messing it up." I giggled. Dad gave up and sat next to me on the couch, throwing his arm around me and leaning back so I did the same.
"Are you excited for today? Do you remember what you have to do?" Dad asked and I nodded my head. We've been rehearsing for this for a long time and my job isn't that hard. I just have to throw the flowers down with Eiza's little neice and then go and stand by my mom when I'm done.
"How do you feel about Eiza?" I grabbed the edge of my dad's jacket and played with his buttons. I like Eiza, I really do, but I like my mom more and I will always think my parents are meant to be together.
"Does she make you happy?" Dad looked down at me for a while before he answered.
"Yeah, she does. She makes me very happy," he replied. I wished he wouldn't have said that but I just nodded my head anyways. If dad was happy, I'm happy.
