I lay in my bed staring up at the ceiling, thinking. This is how I spend most of my time nowadays. I thought about my Mum and what she would be doing right now. What we would be doing right now. And I thought about my Dad, his new job and his new 'clients'.
"Maddy," My Dad said.
I looked up and he was stood in my doorway, I think he had given up on knocking.
"I have been thinking," He said, whilst approching my bed.
"When I go on tour with the boys," He continued, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"I don't want you to be all by yourself," He looked deep into my eyes.
"Dad, I have plenty of friends," I smiled.
"I know you have been taking your mother's..." He paused. He dreaded the world death. "Your mother passing away was hard for the both of us, but I can see you toke it extremely badly,"
I gave him a small smile, I was trying ti be strong, it just wasn't working.
"Maddy, I want you to live your life, to get out of the house, your life will be over before you know it if you just stay in your bedroom all day," He smiled.
He was right, I had been convincing myself each morning that that is what I should do. It just never happened.
"That is why I want you to come on tour with the boys and me." My Dad stated.
"But.." I started.
"You will get to travel the world, meet new people, make new friends, live your life and have an adventure," My Dad replied. "Maddy, I just want the best for you,"
I smiled at him. He was the best Dad in the world and he was trying so hard.
"I talked to the boys and they agreed it was fine, I think they would be a good influence on you, they are all nice guys," He smiled.
I though about it. I had two options: I could sit in my bedroom and cry about my past or get up and live my life just like my Dad wanted me too.
"Count me in," I smiled to my Dad.