Where Is He?
Wake up, sunshine.
Wake up, rain.
Listen to the birds as they chime again.
Get up! Get up!
It’s a brand new day.
Don’t forget to say hello,
To the sun again!
I loved my morning alarm. David had sung it for me and recorded it, and it has been my alarm ever since I was about twenty. It was so creative, and I loved it so much. He had set it to play every morning at eight. How he ever got the idea to write such a fantastic morning song was well out of my league or expertise. I would have guessed he wrote it due to our first years together when I was trying to catch up on lost sleep from past years. However, the dark bags under my eyes most mornings when we first met could have caused my sleeping problems.
I climbed cautiously out of bed. I put on my slippers and walked downstairs to the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice.
Before I reached the fridge, I admired all the photos of David and me as I was walking down the hall. We had so many good memories. And I knew if I ever had children, they would love to hear our stories. But that never happened due to my condition.
“David,” I called. “Left already, have you? David?”
No answer. Then I remembered: he hadn’t returned last night. After consuming a glass of orange juice, I ran back upstairs to read the note he left me on my wall one more time.
“Sit down and take the ice-cream out of the freezer and begin eating. If this doesn’t help, go next door to Judy. I know you are old enough to look after yourself, but you will always be young to me and I don’t want you to get hurt. Having a helping hand will make everything better, easier, and faster. I love you, my dear.”
Surprisingly, I was hungry. My stomach growled. He had never been away this long. I opened the freezer. Ice-cream sounded great for breakfast. But when I looked inside, there was no ice-cream. This was the only freezer David and I had ever owned, and for once, when I needed it, there was no ice-cream. None.
Tears began to drip down my face. I now saw why he said he didn’t want me to do anything alone. I wasn’t strong enough for such a situation. Had I ever been strong enough? But how was I supposed to approach Judy? She was much younger than I was – in her late thirties, I believed. Brunette, tall, tanned, and with an average body size. She was also a psychologist. That was a good thing, I supposed. By going to talk to her – as she has had so much experience with dealing with people’s problems – I could trust her, and she could help me find David.
But I was crying. How could I tell someone my problems when I was crying? What if she wasn’t home? Then what would I do? David had written nothing else in his letter. Mixed emotions of anger, pain, and sorrow crept within my soul and spirit. I had to be brave. If I broke out in tears with Judy around, I was sure she could figure something out. She had to. She was a professional. Just like how I was a professional chef. People would look up to me when problems occurred in the workplace. I guessed this meant I needed to start looking up to other people as bosses or people I could trust. I didn’t usually speak with her a lot, apart from the fact that she visited me monthly. She came over last week. I let Judy try out my new cookie recipe. It was a chocolate and cherry cookie slice that I made up myself. I hoped she liked it.
“I can do this. I know I can,” I repeated to myself.
I knocked on Judy’s door and waited for a reply.
“Who is it?” she yelled.
“Greta Wilfred. Can I please come in?” I said, wiping away the tears.
Judy opened the door within seconds. She studied my face for a moment.
“You look horrible. What happened? Come inside, please,” she said in a calm tone, directing me into her lounge.
“It’s my husband. He hasn’t come back.”
I held a straight face for a few seconds and then placed my head into my hands and began sobbing.
“Oh Greta. Let me get you something to drink. Wait here.” She returned about five minutes later. “Here we go. Drink this. It will make you feel better,” she said, handing me a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows in it.
“Thanks,” I said as I took the first sip.
Hot chocolate and marshmallows always made me feel better. It gave me a warm and sugary feeling inside. As the marshmallows melted in your mouth, you got a drip-watering sensation of complete excellence and wonder. No one could ever say no to such an invention.
“So he’s gone, is he? Did you ever think he could be with someone else?”
“I asked him the same question last night. He was in such a rush. He said it was a surprise. But he always says that.”
“Well, it’s not the first time I have heard you say that. Has he mentioned any recent names to you or is there anyone he could be visiting on such an occasion?”
“I don’t know. His parents are both gone, and I don’t think he has any other relatives. He was a single child. Both of his parents were too. Such a coincidence,” I said.
“Well, that doesn’t help, does it? Have you had breakfast yet?”
“Just orange juice.”
“Let me fix you up with some then. I haven’t had breakfast either. Go and sit in the dining room, and I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”
“You don’t have to do that, Judy. I want the police to be out there searching for him.”
“If he has a secret for you and is working hard at it, I don’t think we should let police investigate the problem. It will ruin the surprise, you know? And who doesn’t like surprises?”
“I suppose. Okay, I’ll stay. Thanks a lot. I will make sure I make some more cookies for you next time.”
“Oh, thanks, Greta. That would be wonderful. They are always so good.”
I stood and walked into the dining room. I hadn’t been over to her place much, and I forgot what it looked like.
Her house was huge. A mansion, I think. Three storeys, yet she lived alone. Her family owned it too. Judy and her family would celebrate important occasions here, and David and I were always invited to all of them. I waited patiently for Judy to return with breakfast. She carried in pancakes, maple syrup, and ice-cream. Oh, thank goodness for the ice-cream. After seeing all her hard work with making breakfast, I believed that she was one of the most affectionate and caring people in this world and I blessed her for this. Before I just thought of her as a friend, but now I believe she was more.
“Thanks again, Judy. You have no idea how much this means to me.”