The Golden Lock

She was sitting on the porch of her own house, star gazing and wondering when her sneeze would finally come. Her dad leaned on the front door, watching her shivering in cold, wrapped up inside a blanket, holding a cup of hot chocolate and a Pringles can at her feet. He laughed and she sneezed giving her quite a fright. They just stood completely idle gazing at each other thinking what were they going to do with their lives. He couldn’t work anymore due to his mental problem. She was used to people calling her name and hear them discussing vanities, “trivial things, I don’t need” she thought, while her father was thinking how he wished he could afford those vanities. 
He wasn’t and he isn’t crazy or mentally disturbed, actually, he was what you call a normal dad. She didn’t care about anything else but her golden lock which was always around her neck. It had been given by her mother, who was inside making more hot cocoa. She knew nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same forever either, everything that goes up, must come down. Her dad took the cup away from her, put it on the window sill and grabbed her blanket, pulling it inside. She never let it go, and so she eventually fell on the floor and got dragged to the warmth of her own house, she was laughing, her stomach was hurting and her tears rolled down her cheeks. She could always say that schools should be empty and houses should be full. No house is a home if it’s empty and no school serves its purpose if it’s full. She was laughing because she finally understood that. She finally understood how every waking hour she spent thinking otherwise, was now meaningless.