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Hi! My name is Mark. We all know how alcohol can harm the human body and mind. But very few know that several extra shots can lead to… a new wife.
This is what my story is about. Of course I am not the main character of this story – I'm only 17 years old. The main character of the story is my father. You see… oh, it's going to be a very sad story.
I had a happy family once: my father, my mother, my little sister Jenny, and me. Jenny is still a little kid, she's only 6 years old. But when Jenny was just learning how to walk, our mother died. It was just… she got seriously ill after she gave birth and she never fully recovered. I don't want to talk about that any more, if that's okay?
My father was… empty. He loved our mother so much, and now he had to learn how to live without her. In fact, all of us had to.
Five years passed, and life went on. Together my father and I were raising our little princess Jenny. And things were getting better.
The only thing was that my father decided that he wasn’t going to look for a new wife. He decided to dedicate his life to his kids and his work, in order to give Jenny and me a decent life.
I was pretty skeptical about it, but every year my father’s odds of meeting a good woman faded. Well, you see, Dad was never a handsome man and as he grew older, it became more and more obvious that he was short, wide, and that less and less hair was left on his head. How lucky am I that I resemble my mom more than him?
My father was living a closed-off life, from home to work, from work to home, with rare visits to the mall. Not much action, right? It would have gone on further if not for the anniversary of the company where he worked. The owners decided to celebrate it in a big way, throwing a party in Las Vegas. A fashionable hotel with bright and exciting shows, a casino, slot machines, noisy bars… I think you know what I mean. I don’t because I'm under age, but it sounds really cool.
Apparently my father would have liked to avoid all these festivities, but since he wasn't the only person in the company, both of his bosses and the people who reported to him would have looked at him suspiciously. So he had to go. Also, I had absolutely no objection to my father relaxing a little and I volunteered to look after Jenny for the whole weekend. I wasn't expecting anything extraordinary from this weekend and was totally unprepared for any surprises on Monday.
The surprise’s name was Lola. And she was a fresh, newly discovered step-mother for Jenny and I. Yep, you heard me. The new wife of my humble and quiet father.
Sound crazy? Trust me, that was exactly how I felt on that early Monday morning, when I woke up from my deep sleep on the sofa in the living room to a terrible... well, maybe I should say, to a high-pitched voice. I opened my eyes and… What was I seeing?"
"Lola looked… striking! So striking, that at the beginning, I did not even notice that my father was also in the room. It seemed like she was taller than him. Lola was in her forties, but obviously trying to look younger. She wore a lot of make-up, long bleached hair and tight clothes, emphasizing her curves. And, hmmm, there were curves to emphasize.
So, while I was sleepily listening to her chirping, the only thing I could think of at first was: where did she get all the money for her plastic surgery from? As I learned before I even got up, Lola was a waitress at one the bars in Las Vegas. At the same bar where a big part of my father’s company anniversary celebration was held.
About five minutes after we first met, this woman was suddenly grabbing my cheek with her long-nailed hand and starting to pinch it, saying something like: “Oh, my poor boy, now your new Mommy will take care of you!
After that the “new Mommy” got all excited about “where our little Jenny” was and without waiting for an answer, she ran upstairs looking for the toddler's room.
My father understood from my big, round eyes and open mouth, that it would be better if he explained everything right away. Unfortunately, the part about our “new mother” was true – my father had really married Lola on the night of the celebration, after he drank way too much - and he was not used to drinking at all. And according to the laws of the state of Nevada, this marriage was legal. Absolutely legal.
In addition, my father could not send Lola back to her bar, because of his honesty, his conscience, and his memory…. he blacked out. He had been so drunk that night that he couldn't honestly say that it was not HIM who insisted on the marriage.
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