Freen's pov
It was Sunday, our usual day. The one day I looked forward to the most each week because it was dedicated to Becky.
As I walked up the familiar path to her front door, my heart felt light. Sundays were simple:
I’d pick her up, we’d head to the park, and just spend time together.
But as Becky opened the door, her usual calm demeanor was replaced by something entirely different...excitement.
“..Hi! ..” she greeted, her smile bright and infectious.
“..Hi, Sunshine..”
I replied, stepping inside. Her energy was so lively that it immediately made me curious.
“You seem... extra happy today.”
She grinned, tilting her head slightly in that adorable way she always did.
“I have a surprise for you,”
she announced.
“It’s always you taking me out, Freen. So today... it’s my turn.”
“A surprise?”
I echoed, already intrigued.
“What are you up to?”
“Just wait,” she said mysteriously, holding up a finger.
“I’ll grab my coat!”
With that, she dashed upstairs, her soft footsteps fading as she went.
I chuckled, shaking my head. Becky planning something for me?
Whatever it was, I already knew it’d be perfect just because it came from her.
While I waited in the cozy living room, Becky’s dad came in, his presence as warm and playful as always.
“She’s been so excited about this all week,”
he said, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile.
“She’s put a lot of effort into it, Freen. I hope you enjoy.”
“I will,” I said sincerely.
“Whatever Becky does for me always makes me happy.”
His smile widened, but it soon softened into something more reflective.
“You know, there was a time when Becky was just like this all the time,”
he said, his voice tinged with nostalgia.
“...She was a little girl who could see the world like everyone else. Always running around outside...
chasing butterflies....
laughing so loudly the whole neighborhood could hear her...”
I listened quietly, sensing he was about to share something deeply personal.
“That night...”
he continued, his voice growing heavier,
“the car crash that took her mom’s life... it changed everything. Becky barely survived. Internal bleeding nearly took her from me too.
But when she woke up, she couldn’t see anymore. It was like the world took away her light.”
I felt a lump in my throat. The thought of Becky, the love of my life, going through something so traumatic broke my heart.
He paused, looking toward the stairs where Becky’s footsteps could be faintly heard.
“...For the first time in years, I see that excited little girl again. The one who can’t sit still because she’s so full of life...”
I smiled, my chest swelling with pride and love.
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“She’s incredible,”
I said, my voice full of emotion.
“She is,” he agreed.
Then his gaze fell to the corner of the room, where Becky’s cane rested in the table..
“..You know, she never leaves that cane behind... It’s her guide, her lifeline....
But yesterday, she told me she didn’t need it because you’d be there. That you’d guide her...”
His words hit me like a wave. That cane was Becky’s light in a dark world, and yet she trusted me enough to leave it behind.
“I won’t let her down, sir...”
I promised, my voice firm.
“I know you won’t,”
he said with a nod. Then, with a playful grin, he added,
“..And stop calling me ‘sir.’ You’re family now. Call me Dad...”
“Dad,” I repeated, my cheeks warming.
At that moment, Becky came back down the stairs, her footsteps light and quick.
“Ready!”
she announced, her voice bubbling with excitement.
I turned to her, a wide smile spreading across my face.
“Ready when you are, Sunshine.”
“..Let’s walk..,”
she said, slipping her hand into mine.
“..I want to feel the world with you today...”
Hand in hand, we left the house, her dad waving us off with a knowing smile.
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Becky led the way, her hand snugly held in mine as we walked out of the house.
“Where are we going?”
I asked, curiosity bubbling up.
“You’ll see,”
She said cryptically, squeezing my hand.
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Becky’s surprise turned out to be a music concert in the park.
The moment we arrived, the sound of live instruments and the hum of the crowd filled the air.
Becky’s face lit up as the music washed over her.
“I thought you’d like it,”
she said shyly.
“It’s not much, but…”
“Are you kidding?”
I interrupted, my voice filled with awe.
“This is perfect, Bec.."
“I love it !! ”
I replied, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“But not as much as I love you.”
Her cheeks flushed a soft pink.
“..You’re so cheesy...”
she murmured, but her smile gave her away.
Throughout the concert, I described the scene to her—the way the band moved, the colors of the lights, the way the audience swayed to the rhythm.
But mostly, I just let her feel it in her own way, her head resting on my shoulder as the music played.
As the day turned into evening, we stayed until the last song faded into the night. On the way home, Becky’s laughter echoed softly in the road...
a melody more beautiful than anything I’d heard at the concert.
