Abbey Menza - Grade 9, Oakwood High School
One Week Sooner
As I stepped outside, the chilled air shocked my skin. I was not yet used to used to chilly weather and still depended on the sun to keep me warm. October meant colder weather, but it also meant Halloween. It meant scary costumes, candy, and the lingering scent of pumpkins and leaves in the air. Every year, I did the exact same thing for Halloween; my dad and I would go down the same route that went by the big houses to get king-sized candy bars. Me wearing my classic cat costume and my dad wearing his usual cape and mask to somewhat resemble SuperMan. This year, on the other hand, was going to be different. My dad wouldn’t be here. “Abbey, it’s 8 o’clock, want to start walking?”, my mom called, interrupting my train of thought.
I grabbed my pillowcase, and met my mom outside. She was wearing one of my dad’s old letterman jackets. She handed me a black sweatshirt to go over my costume since she knew my stubborn ten year old self would forget to bring one.We walked down the street, saying “Trick-or-Treat” to each of the houses to get hopefully a treat. My pillow case was already almost halfway full when we got to the end of our street. There lived the nicest old lady, Ms Kathleen, “Trick-or Treat,” I asked her with the biggest smile on my face.
“Hello there Miss Abbey, I love your cat costume,” she said to me as she handed me a king size Payday candy bar.
“Thank you,” I replied while starting to walk away.
“You know, that was Harvey’s favorite candybar too,” her words stopped me in my tracks. I always loved hearing her stories about Harvey, her husband. He passed away a couple of years ago though, which meant that Ms Kathleen was usually by herself. “I would send them to him once a week when he was deployed like your dad. And every time he received them, he knew that he would be home one week sooner.”
As my mom and I walked home, the drizzle seemed to clear away and I could now see the moon in the cloudy haze. As I looked down at the Payday candybar in my bag, I then decided to not dwell over my dad being gone, but find other ways to be happy. I decided that I would do as Ms. Kathleen did and send my dad a PayDay candy bar every week, knowing that he will be home one week sooner.