Amazing Kids! Magazine


By Mia Carney, age 14, Ohio


I’m bored, I think in my mind.

I decide to go into my dad’s room. He’s sitting there quietly watching a show. It’s currently midnight; I’m still wide awake. We sit in his comfy, warm bed, my back facing down and my face towards the ceiling. My dad props up his back and arms onto a pillow.

“What’s up?” he says.

“Nothing, I’m just bored. Don’t really know.” I shrug; he laughs.

“Okay, well what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know; I don’t feel like getting up,” I state. “I’m too lazy.” I laugh softly. He chuckles.

We sit there for a moment. Taking a pause on life.

“Okay, well we could talk about life…I guess.”

“Okay.” I drag out the ending.

We start a real conversation about our day, which eventually branches off into a heavy conversation about life. We talk peace between people, everything going on in the world lately. We continue with our conversation going really deep with our past and trying to explain our goals and future. We have a long and profound conversation about our opinions on life and horrible things in society.

“Things in our day are just so,” I sigh, “messed up. I just don’t get why we can’t all just live in harmony.” I roll my eyes. “It’s so painful and worrisome with all the things that have been going on. Many people died this year. A lot of terrorist attacks, a lot of crazy. Have you heard about the Texas and Vegas shootings? It’s kind of insane to think about.”

“There’s so much wrong in the world, and we don’t even know half of it.” He nods his head slowly; his eyes point to nothing.

“I know…” I sigh firmly.

We continue with our conversation; the conversation goes on for many hours, with one of us sometimes taking a break to use the restroom or to get a drink. We talk about our lives, big decisions we make. He tells me future advice about how we feel, and to not judge each other. We stay up most of the night talking and sharing experiences, bonding.

“Well, I think this conversation is at an ending point,” he yawns. “It’s very late; we should probably go to bed.”

“Okay, goodnight, I love you…” I say quietly.

“Goodnight, love you, too,” he replies warmly.

I slowly walk into my room. I shut my door and lie on my comfy bed. I hug my soft pillow and face towards the ceiling. I feel content. A realization comes over me. I can always talk to my dad about anything. He’s the least judgmental person I know. We are so alike it’s kind of weird. He’s always there for me. I love my dad very much. And I don’t think he could ever wrong me. We can have these conversations a lot; we do it almost every weekend. We can reflect on life. That’s reassuring to have. I can tell him anything, and that kind of trust is so comforting to me.

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