Daddy’s Little Girl

If someone were to ask me who I thought was the coolest person on earth, I would have to say my dad. He’s my role-model and my best friend. Ever since I was little he has been the first person I go to if I need advice or want something. He is always there for me and no matter what kind of trouble I’m in, he is always on my side. Of course, there are moments when I absolutely hate him and think that he’s being ridiculously unfair, but as time passes I allow myself to forget, and move on. My dad is so many things I’m not even sure what category to put him in. He is relatively tall, with his distinguished black hair and white streak, and he wears a suit no matter what. He constantly tells me fascinating stories about his childhood. How he used to live on a farm and would help out by driving his father’s tractor; or how he began with small jobs and built his life all the way up to own large businesses. It’s incredible to think about all the things he has done.

Ever since I was in 1st grade he has taken me to school every single day, and he doesn’t mind at all. And every morning, on the way there, he talks to me about life, politics, the past, the future, and anything else that’s on his mind. And when he comes to pick me up he always brings something special for me, and whether it is a water bottle or a pack of gum it makes me feel happy.

Whenever something goes wrong or a situation seems impossible, he’s able to fix it. If it weren’t for him I don’t know what I’d do. He’s an expert at tackling any challenge he is faced with

One of his finest qualities, and one of my favorites, is definitely that he likes to surprise me. Whenever Christmas comes around and I ask for a really special present, my dad tries to turn it into a surprise. The first thing he’ll do is pretend he hates the gift or say that he absolutely refuses to buy it; and then, over the next couple of weeks, he’ll act extremely suspicious whenever I bring it up. Of course, for me that’s the first clue that something is up. Then he usually goes out and buys it. Sadly, he isn’t the best at hiding things and I always find the gift a couple of days before Christmas. Still, despite what you may think, I don’t do it on purpose and I always act as if nothing has happened. Then, part of the “tradition” is that the present is never going to be found under the tree. It will either be hidden somewhere, to be found later, or otherwise an envelope with a set of instructions inside will be given to me. And naturally the instructions or clues eventually lead to the gift. If he didn’t do this one year I would feel as though something has gone wrong.

But his best quality is his sense of humor. Most people don’t get it, or they feel offended by what he says, but once you get to know him you’ll understand that it’s only a joke. It’s no surprise where I get my sarcasm.
My dad is the coolest guy on earth and he is the perfect example that I can accomplish whatever I want as long as I try hard enough. And I think that if he was able to achieve so many things, I know for sure I will be able to as well.

My Corner Of The Universe

I open the door and breathe in the familiar scent of safety and tranquility. The mixture of a sweet raspberry-like aroma with a light touch of a musky citrus overwhelms my senses. It is right in front of me, my favorite place in the whole world: my room.

Surrounding me are the once-so-desired pink walls that are now filled with sketches, collages, posters and paintings that have accumulated over the years. Each one has its own special meaning, such as: favorite actors, funky magazine cut outs and canvases that each tell a colorful story. The floor is covered with piles of books, papers and not-so-unwanted clutter. It’s always there in case I decide to look at it someday, because it’s just so hard to throw away. If you look straight ahead you see the corner where all my thinking happens: my desk. It’s filled with unnecessary things I forgot to put away or was simply too lazy to care about: sticky lights, alarm clocks, scattered jewelry, a camera, nail polish, and almost anything else you could possibly imagine. It is me, an organized mess.

From the window frames hang baby blue curtains in the most royal way I once loved so much. The blinds are always sort-of closed to keep out too much light, I don’t really know why, but it just feels right. On top of my bed are all my cuddly animal friends, with their cute little eyes and individual names. When I lie on my bed, so delightfully comforting and soft, I never want to get up. Just to stare up at the ceiling full of steps and borders filled with hand-painted pink flowers connected by infinite leaves. And right in the midst of all the individual spotlights hangs the permanent mistletoe from the glistening chandelier. It’s my place, everything I love is here. Under my bed are all my games and paints to do whatever I please. By the closet sits my easel, ready for me to paint. But wait, my closet has its very own mystery as well.

The metal branch from which a thousand hangers hang is bent from the weight of all my clothes. T-shirts, jackets and jeans that hang for years and years, yet some don’t fit and are useless to me. On one end, I keep the various dresses and gowns which have each served their purpose, but I won’t discard them yet… just in case. When I open the top doors, I see thousands of childhood memories on the verge of falling out. It’s nice to look at once in a while, but I’d rather not touch. They might fall out and make an even bigger mess! I almost forgot my biggest collection: my DVD’s. Most are orderly divided by the colors of the case. But of course there is always a stray disc here and there and a few empty cases that I forgot to put away. By my door I find my books, stacked in every possible way. On the topmost shelf are the little things I like to collect: My perfumes and key chains all displayed, so I can admire them all as I pass by. My room is where I go when everything else sucks. Here I can collect my thoughts and just drift away. I don’t have to think about my troubles or mistakes, because everything here is the way it should be.