Growing
Up As Chris Kirkpatrick's Daughter
Teenager; Part I
When I
was thirteen Daddy threw me a party. "'Kota
Belle happy birthday." Daddy said. He set my gift down on the dining
room table. I could tell what it was. "Yes!"
I said. It was a brand new electric guitar. "Open
it up." He urged. "Okay."
The guitar was dark blue. "Thank you." I gave him a hug. "You're
welcome 'Kota. Pick it up there is something else too." I lifted
it up and there were five concert tickets and backstage passes for my
favorite group, Berlin. "Ahh!
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you sooo much!" The concert
was awesome. I still have the guitar. Daddy taught me how to play it.
That was always fun when we'd play together. Daddy grounded
me for the first and only time when I was fourteen. It was because I
had gone to a party when Mom had already said no. "Dakota
. . . I can't believe I'm mad at you." Daddy said. I sat on the
couch and he paced the floor in front of me. "I'm
sorry?" Saying it more as a question did not help. "You
disobeyed your mother. Why? I never thought I'd have to do this, but
. . . " He paused. "But
what?" Can we say nervous? "You're
grounded for four days that's it. I want you to know I don't enjoy punishing
you, but I want you to learn from it." Dad had
come up to talk to me later that night. He asked me why I had done it,
but the punishment still stayed. My sixteenth
birthday was the best. Daddy let me have a party at Planet Hollywood.
"Are
you having fun?" Daddy asked. He insisted that we at least dance
once together. He picked the song and it was 'Forever' by my favorite
band. "I
am having a wonderful time. Thank you so much." "You're
welcome. Anything for my 'Kota Belle. I love you so much." "I
love you too Daddy." On special
occasions Daddy always wanted to be there. He never missed a birthday,
holiday, or what not. Daddy's the best Dad! When I
got my driver's license, Mom and Dad bought me a car. It was a Dodge
Durango. "Come
on 'Kota Belle." Daddy said. He pulled me off of the couch. "I'm
coming." I followed him and my mother outside. "Wait
close you eyes." Daddy said. "All
right." I closed my eyes. "Now
you can open them." I stood there for a second, and Dad handed
me the keys. I wasn't expecting him to buy me a car though. Daddy made me pay for insurance and gas. Even as I got older Daddy spoiled me. |