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Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011 01:12 pm
I was thinking about this the other day, I'm not sure why, but I felt the need to write about it. I'm cutting because its random and a wee bit sad. Feel free to pass it on by.


When I was little my dad made me a doll house. It was the most amazing doll house ever.

It was red with pink shutters and he used real wallpaper scraps to wallpaper the walls and cut up washcloths to carpet all the floors.

He made a bunch of furniture from a kit, but stained every last piece with real wood stain and put tiny brass fixtures on them.

My father left the house every day at 6:30am and returned home around 6:30pm every night. He cooked dinner for my mother, who also worked long hours, and myself and then he sat down and worked on my doll house.

He put hours of work into that doll house every night until it was done.

I was thrilled beyond words. I loved it. I treasured it. But because I was raised well I shared my doll house. I shared it because I loved it and I wanted other people to have fun too. I've always found it more fun to share wonderful things than to keep them to myself. Several jealous friends, not liking that I had something so wonderful, destroyed it and all the furniture.

I was devastated. I cried. I cried not only because my beautiful doll house was wrecked I cried because I knew how much work my dad had put into it. I loved him for it. I loved him for coming home at night and being dead tired and still taking the time to build that doll house for me. I remember hugging him and sobbing my eyes out babbling about how sorry I was. He wasn't mad at me, but I was mad at myself. I was mad that I hadn't stood up more firmly to them, I was mad that I'd left them alone with it, I was mad I couldn't fix it. I was mad because my dad had put all that work into it and now it was gone.

To this day, I still admire all the work he did for me. I'm still upset about it. I've told him several times how much I loved it and how much I appreciated all the work he'd done and how sorry I was that it had been destroyed. He knew it was't my fault, but it still bothered me.

Talk about love. I know what it's like to come home dog tired. And he'd come home, cook our dinner, wash our dishes and then work hours on this doll house.

Someday, when I have the space in this house, and when I have the money, I am going to make a doll house. I'm going to build it, and paint it, and carpet the floors, and stain the furniture.

I'm going to dedicate it to my dad. Because he is just that awesome.

Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011 08:14 pm (UTC)
That's a beautiful story, and I'm sorry that children can be cruel, petty jerks. It just goes to show the animalistic nature that resides in humans. (Most) Adults have learned (for the most part) how to contain such urges, but children often fail to have the tact and self restraint.

I hope you get to build your tribute house soon.
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011 03:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
I will build it someday. But I need space to put it, those things can get big and I've really always wanted a doll house so I'm not going halfway on this, I want a big old doll house! lol.
Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011 09:01 pm (UTC)
That's really sad. :( Your dad sounds awesome.
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011 03:25 pm (UTC)
No matter how he reacted to my living with Jemma and the kinda icky way the whole thing went down at first, I've come to realize that my dad is super awesome. (They're fine about it now, but it was a little hairy there for a bit.)

We used to play video games together and I remember once he actually sat down, after coming home from work, and had a "tea party" with me, just because I asked him too.
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011 04:24 am (UTC)
<333
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011 02:07 pm (UTC)
:( I hope I wasn't involved in this, but I can think of a specific boy that might have been involved. That totally sucks. Are you sure they wheren't just playing too rough??
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011 03:18 pm (UTC)
Oh dear NO NO NO! This wasn't you AT ALL!
You were there after it was broken and we were talking about how mean people were, but no, you didn't break it, hon!

No, one of the people involved stole some of the stuff and brought it back smashed. Also that same person came back years later and told me they'd done it because they were jealous. They still weren't sorry though.
Edited 2011-02-23 03:20 pm (UTC)