The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.
~Thomas Jefferson
Megan
Lopez . The most popular girl at Notre dame High. She was head cheerleader,
Prom Queen, Student Body President and a straight-A student. She was so perfect
that it made me want to dislike her, but I couldn't. Because the truth was that
Megan was a really nice person.
When I
passed her in the hallway at school, she always smiled at me but rarely stopped
to talk. Megan was friendly with everyone, but her true friends were all in the
popular crowd. And I wasn't exactly hanging with them.
But
when I saw Megan at the drugstore one Saturday morning, she was chatty and all
smiles. "Hi, Diane," she said. "How are you?"
I
smiled back. "I'm doing great. How about you?"
"I'm
good, but kinda tired. I had to cheer last night."
"Oh,
yeah, I forgot about the game. Did our team win?"
She
nodded. "You weren't there?"
I
shrugged. "I don't go to a lot of school stuff."
"Oh,
you should. It's really fun."
I
shrugged again and said nothing. But in my head, I thought, "Well, sure,
everything is fun if you're Megan Lopez."
I
glanced at Megan's cart and spotted several bottles of hair conditioner.
Megan's hair was gorgeous and I instantly decided to switch brands.
"Well,
I guess I'll see you later," Megan said, starting to push her cart down
the aisle. "Have a fun weekend."
"Yeah,
you too," I said, already knowing that she would.
I
grabbed a bottle of Megan's brand of conditioner and the other things I needed
and then went through the checkout line. Megan got behind me in line.
I waved
awkwardly and said, "Hi again."
She smiled
and waved back.
I paid
for my stuff and went out to my car, an old hatchback. It was my brother's car,
which was passed down to me when he went away to college. It was a real junker,
but it was mine.
I put
my stuff in the back and was climbing into the car when I heard someone calling
my name. It was Megan. “Diane, your car -- it's so cute!”
"You
think my car is cute?"
"Well,
not the car itself, but the windows. that's really sweet."
I
nodded and glanced at my car windows. I'd forgotten about the car's homemade
decorations. On one window were the words, "I love you," written in
wipe-off marker. Another window said, "You are beautiful," and a
third read, "I believe in you."
"That's
so nice," Megan said, "but I didn't know you had a boyfriend."
"Oh,
I don't," I said, suddenly ashamed of my cute car windows.
"Then
who wrote on your car?"
"Well,
um, my dad did," I answered quietly.
"Your
dad did that? Your dad took the time to write on your car windows, just to, you
know, make you feel good?"
I
nodded, wishing like crazy I'd thought quickly enough to make up an imaginary
boyfriend from another school. But I'd told the truth, which was beyond
embarrassing.
I
looked at Megan and realized she had tears in her eyes. "My dad would
never do that for me," she muttered. "You are so lucky."
My
mouth dropped open. Megan Williams thought I was lucky?
"I
bet your mom's great too, right?"
I
nodded. "Yeah, I guess. She stays at home a lot. She bakes cookies and
helps me with my homework and stuff."
Megan
sighed. "I'd give anything to have a family like that."
"But
you have everything," I said. "A perfect life."
She
shook her head. "Not really. Not in the ways that matter."
After that,
Megan always stopped to talk with me in the hallway. We even started hanging
out outside of school. I'd offer to meet her at McDonald's or Subway, but she
always wanted to come to my house. She seemed to love talking with my parents
over a homemade dinner and playing board games with my family.
It was
totally uncool, but it was what Megan wanted to do. I didn't understand why,
but I didn't care. I'd always wanted to be friends with someone like Megan. I
thought hanging out with her would make me popular and that would make me
happy.
But
just being Megan's friend made me happy. The other stuff didn't matter anymore.
Months
later, Megan and I were talking about the day my dad wrote on my car windows.
"I was so jealous of you," she admitted. "People think I have
this great life, but I have struggles too."
I
nodded because now that we were friends, I knew the truth about Megan's life.
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"But
you know what? I decided something that day," she said. "Rather than
feel bad that I don't have a dad that would do something like that for me, I
decided to hang out with your family." She looked at me, determination in
her eyes. "Someday when I'm married, I'm going to have a family like
yours. My kids are going to feel so loved."
I
realized in that moment that many things in this life are beyond our control.
We can't change the family we were born into. Whether they're terrific or
completely dysfunctional, we can only do our best to learn from what we're
given.
Megan
did that. And she showed me that I was the LUCKY ONE after all.