“Alright! I’m late for work, I’ll see you guys later!” I picked up my bag and rushed toward the door. But before I could make out it of the laundry room I was suddenly tackled from behind by a screaming young girl. I shook her off and turned around. She was in tears, begging me to not go.
“Clara, that’s crazy. I can’t NOT go. I’m already late. I don’t know why this is a surprise to anyone, but I actually have a job and I have to go there in the mornings. I can’t just hang out with you guys all day.”
“I know…” She struggled to regain her composure. “I just, I have something I was making, and I’m almost… just… Okay, wait here.”
“Clara! I can’t!” I yelled after her, as she pounced up the stairs.
I sighed and checked the time on my phone. A few seconds later I heard her pounding back down the stairs and then into the room. She handed me something and then stood back with her hands folded in front of her waiting for me to open it.
On top was a homemade card cut out of green paper, covered in pencil drawings of hearts and rainbows. On the inside, it read: “FOR DADDY, FR YOUR MEER”.
I smiled, “From my admirer?”
She furrowed her eyebrows and leaned forward to look at the words. “No.. For. Your. Mirror!” She smiled again shyly and folded her hands.
“Oh, so this…um…” I held up the object. It was a long string of knotted yarn that tumbled in a chain to the floor. “It’s… for my mirror?”
She nodded, and then took it from my hands and wadded it back up into a ball. “I wanted to make two of them, but…” She shrugged.
She winked. “Let me show you.”
She led me out into the garage and then I stood behind her in the tight space between the car and some shelves while she contorted herself into the driver’s seat and did something inside. “There!” she announced, “See?”
I craned my neck to look inside. She had wound the knotted rope of yarn around my rearview mirror. “What?”
“I did that because of what you said the other day.”
“I said I wanted to mummify my rearview mirror with yarn?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. You said the saddest moment of your life was on Monday mornings when you have to back out of the driveway, and your mirror is still angled down to look at the backseats where we have been all weekend, but now they are empty. So, you angle the mirror back up to look out the window and you drive to work. So…” She patted the wad of yarn lovingly. “I wanted to make you this. So, when you look in the rearview mirror and we are not there anymore, you won’t have to be sad.”
“Oh.” I squeezed her shoulders. “Oh, Thank you. I love it.”
She giggled and then shrugged again as if it were all in a day’s work. “I’ll let you go now. I know you are in a hurry.”
She waved as I backed out of the driveway, and as I pulled down the street, I angled my mirror to look out the back window and quietly smiled to myself. Now I have to find a new “saddest moment in my life” because Clara successfully solved my last one. I think I already figured out what it can be though. My new saddest moment will be getting in a horrible car accident because I have a flying spaghetti monster of knotted blue yarn frantically swinging back and forth from my rearview mirror desperately trying to claw at my face when I go around sharp corners.