One Day

There are good moments in our lives when unpleasant incidents seem to fizzle the fun out of them. Moments are to be enjoyed for they quickly dissipate in to another day. You can never atone for it, or get back the moment once it has passed. A moment becomes a yesterday, which are meant to teach what one chooses to do right and to do what is right, not because we believe it’s right. Doing what is right is not easy, especially when one encounters something unpleasant. Every moment is a choice, a choice to be happy, a choice to be excited, a choice to have fun, or we can sit in the corner and hold everyone responsible for our unhappiness. But emotions can run deep, and any form of sensibility can be reduced to insanity.

Marigold had choices and she had chosen to love the summers she spent with her father, even when some moments had become unpleasant. It would begin with Mr. Otto picking up Marigold at her apartment, other times, Mona would drop her off at the boat, though they was often late getting there, didn’t mean to start off with the wrong foot. That didn’t stop Lucille and she would be fuming, while Mr. Otto kept quiet. Marigold would say goodbye to Mona, and cheerfully greeted her father, and waved and waved until Mona was out of sight.

Being at sea was something new to Marigold, the smell of the ocean, the blue, the bright sun excited her. Marigold quickly learned her father’s routine, especially when Lucille was around. In the morning, they all had breakfast together. Marigold who didn’t have much of an appetite would have a small bowl of fruit. She wasn’t familiar with fruit, but the different colors enchanted her, the smell of the nectar was delectable and when she tasted them she found them to be sweet. Mr. Otto’s face lit up when he watched her eat the fruit.

After breakfast, Marigold had to entertain herself as Mr. Otto and Lucille spent the morning sunbathing. Marigold would go whale watching, or view the ocean with a spyglass, other times she would search for Cecilia and helped in any of the chores Cecilia was occupied in. There was so much to do on the boat it kept Marigold busy that her father had to go searching for her.

A light lunch was then served at noon. Marigold managed to eat her lunch as they were plain and simple. Nobody didn’t have much to say as Lucille took up most of the conversation about restaurants, shopping and her friends. After lunch, Lucille would take a nap, sometimes Mr. Otto followed her to her room–but of course that is none of our business– other times he staid on the deck and spent time with Marigold. He would call Marigold over, have her sit on his lap, and gaze in to the horizon. He was awfully pensive. Marigold could not recall if anything was said exactly, but she enjoyed the moment.

Lucille’s habits were unpredictable. Sometimes she would emerge from her cabin minutes before dinner, angry about one thing or another, or simply because Mr. Otto did not join her for her nap. It was rare that she would join them on the deck, and never in a good mood. She had a habit of making little sounds when she was displeased, especially towards Mr. Otto’s lack of affection, which he would quickly correct. Mr. Otto tolerated Lucille. Marigold felt sorry for her father. She didn’t know what to make of Lucille’s behavior, and chose not to pay attention. As the summer dragged on, Marigold learned that Lucille was not kind to anyone, even to Mr. Otto. But, it was not her place to say anything and tolerated Lucille for the sake of Mr. Otto.

When dinner was served since it was only them, it became a three course meal, consisting of an appetizer, entree and dessert. When they had guest on board the meals could be as extravagant as an eleven course, which Marigold would only last by the third before falling asleep. Mr. Otto, knowing his daughter, had have her skip the appetizer and start on the entree, finishing everything with a dessert, which she much enjoyd whole heatedly.

The Royal Mary spent her days out at sea and when it reached port, Lucille was quick to disembark. Marigold barely saw them leave as Mr. Otto was whisked away by Lucille. When he stayed behind and that’s when Marigold noticed they would argue, mostly about her. In fact, Marigold was quite aware Lucille quarreled with Mr. Otto quite often. They were not loud about it, but it was evident neither couple was happy. It was obvious, Lucille was transforming in to the green-eyed monster. How can anybody be jealous of a little girl? But it happens, I’ve been witness to it. Adults turning green for a child, is preposterous. Nevertheless, that was the case.

Marigold kept much her self, and watched and waited as Mr. Otto struggled in his relationship with Lucille. She didn’t know what she was waiting for, but she kept her distance as she had never seen two people fight the way they did. It made her have stomach aches and as the fights continued and intensified, her aches increased to the point her digestive system was disrupted and her eating became a constant worry to her father. She didn’t want her father to be unsettled and made an effort to eat until the aches became so strong she could barely get out of bed. Mr. Otto sent for a doctor but the doctor could not find anything wrong. Lucille believed Marigold was pretending just to get attention, and that didn’t make anything better for any of them.

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