My Father's Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

I wrote this thinking of the servicemen and women and their families. Please comment! And enjoy!

“Sweetheart, you look beautiful!” My mom said to me.

“Are you sure?” I asked. I looked in the mirror one more time. It’s my very first date. My mother told me I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 14, and here I am with a date on my fourteenth birthday.

“Yes, absolutely.” She clasped my hand and stared at me seriously. “You have your father’s eyes, Olivia.” I looked in the mirror again. There are my eyes, wide and brown, just like Daddy’s. My mom always said that to me. I’ve never even met my father. The only way I know is because I’ve seen plenty of pictures.

I sat on my bed. “Mom, can you tell me how you and Daddy met? One more time?” I asked.

She sighed. “Again? I just told you a couple weeks ago,” She said with a slight laugh.

“Please, Mom?” I begged.

“All right, Olivia.” She finally agreed. She wrapped her arm around me, and began to talk…

“First of all, your father was a very honorable man. I’ve known him since 8th grade, you know.”

I nodded my head yes.

“Your father, Ryan Davis, was an Army Ranger. His life was always at risk, and I knew that. In fact, he was reluctant to propose to me for that very reason. In fact when he proposed, his very words were ‘Rachel, I’m scared to ask you to be my wife because when I’m gone, I don’t you to ever worry about me’. Of course, I was so in love with him that I couldn’t imagine being apart from him.”

I was confused. “Wait, you were worried more about not being with him than him dying?” I asked.

“Oh no, I was definitely worried about that. But I loved him too much to say no! Anyway, we got married, and just a couple weeks later, well, I discovered I was pregnant with you. This is one of the things we worried most about, because he was going back on duty a few days later. He didn’t want to leave me, but I wouldn’t let him stay home. He was devoted to his country, and devoted to serving it. I told him before he left, ‘Ryan Davis, you get on that AC-130 this very minute or I will push you on. I don’t want you to leave, but you’re devoted and sworn to protect this country, and I don’t want you to choose me over your country.’”

I was touched. “That’s so sweet! Did he leave then?”

My mom laughed. “Of course he did! Besides, he said he would be safe, just for me and you. I knew we wouldn’t be able to communicate, because he would be going on missions a lot, and the risk was too great. But he told me right before he got on that plane, ‘Rachel, I’m going to be thinking of you every second of the day, every day. Don’t worry, I’ll come home to you, baby. And to our baby, of course.’”

She took a shuddery breath. “But none of us knew that what he said wouldn’t come true. The day I went into labor with you, I received word that his Humvee ran over an undetected landmine, and he was blown up.” She blinked away the tears in her eyes. 

“I knew he loved the name Olivia, so when I found out you were a girl, that’s what I named you. Olivia, your father was so incredibly kind and loving, and you could see it in his eyes. That’s why I say you have your father’s eyes. I can see that same kindness in your eyes, sweetie.”

Now I’m the one blinking away tears. “Mom,” I choke out. “Is it possible to miss someone you’ve never met? Because I miss Daddy, and I’ve never even met him!” I cried.

“Sweetie, I miss him too. Every second of every day.” She said, wiping my eyes.

“Can I see a picture of him?” I asked.

“Sure, Olivia.” She went into her room, and pulled their scrapbook that they’ve had since 8th grade out, with pictures from way back then too.

We opened the album together. Side by side, were their eighth grade school pictures. They never went to the same school until college. I giggled. “Mom, you were really pretty then.”

She feigned shock. “And I’m not pretty now?” she asked. We both erupt in laughter.

We go further in, this time I’m looking at the same thing in every picture: my father’s eyes. Through the years, although his appearance changes for the most part, his eyes never change. Mom was right. He does have kindness in his eyes.

At the end, was a picture of Mom holding a baby—most likely me—and there’s a picture that says “RIP Ryan Davis-Father, Husband, Friend”. Beneath it is the phrase ‘Rangers Lead the Way’ against a flesh-colored background.

“What’s that?” I asked my mother.

She blushed a little. “After you were born, I got that tattoo. The Rangers say that, and your father said it a lot too. I wanted to keep a piece of him with me.”

I want a piece of him with me too. I grabbed a Sharpie, and wrote “Rangers Lead the Way” on my hand also. If anyone asked me what it means, I’ll tell them it’s for my father. I’ll also tell them that I have my father’s eyes.

Submitted: April 28, 2012

© Copyright 2022 Crystabella Thorne. All rights reserved.

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I love this! :D

Sat, April 28th, 2012 10:33pm


Thank you so much!

Tue, May 1st, 2012 2:15pm


Very nicely done. Great job :)

Thu, May 3rd, 2012 12:23am


Thank you so so much!!!

Sun, May 6th, 2012 4:02pm

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