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 A Father's Love

   Chapter 1

   <> Day 1 <>

   Tyler stared out of the window of the plane as it started rolling away
from the gate.  He could see his aunt from the window wiping tears away
from her eyes as she waved to him.  It was only a month ago that his mother
was coming back from this very same airport and was killed by a drunk
driver and her funeral was three days later.  Tyler's whole class came with
their families to be there for him but no one could comfort him.  Afterall,
the only parent he had ever known was gone.

   He grew up quickly being the only child of a single parent.  His mother
had moved him to Northern Minnesota when he was just a baby, and while many
of his friends spent hours in front of video games, he had chores.  He
didn?t think of them as a burden, he was simply used to working hard. 
Afternoons were spent splitting and stacking wood, washing laundry and
doing homework.  Tyler liked to be active even though he was never good at
sports; he always said he had better things to do than chase balls around a
field.  All of his hard work turned him into a very grown-up twelve year
old.  His body had just started its march into puberty less that a year
before; his muscles had begun growing and a few little hairs were coming
in. At not quite five feet tall he was the shortest in his class and still
waiting for his growth spurt to kick in; he at least hoped it would.  His
mom was only five feet tall so it was a possibility that he would never get
as tall as many of his friends would.

   He leaned back his seat and as soon as the flight attendant said it was
okay he poked around the little blue bag the airline gave him for his meal.
His stomach was full of butterflies as he contemplated what was going to
happen that day; flying to San Diego to meet his dad.  He had never met him
before and really didn't understand why he couldn't just stay with his aunt
and uncle.  His parents had dated a bit in high school but lost touch when
they went to college.  His mom didn?t tell his dad about Tyler until he was
two years old and she never told Tyler much about him except when a new
pair of shoes or a new jacket would elicit "This is from California"
referring to child support.

   As he reached the halfway point in his flight his thoughts drifted from
his mother to who his father might be.  He had never seen his picture, knew
nothing personal about him, only that his name was David.  He wondered if
he looked more like his mom or his dad.  Was his dad short like him?  Did
they have the same color eyes?  Random questions raced through his mind as
the pilot announced that they were beginning their decent into San Diego.
Tyler put his seatbelt back on and gave his trash to the attendant.

   It seemed to take forever for the plane to finally reach the terminal
and for people to start leaving; when it was finally his turn Tyler got up
and struggled to pull his bag down from the overhead compartment.  A tall
man wearing a UCSD Athletics XL sweatshirt gave him a hand in getting his
bag down and rustled his hair as Tyler thanked him.  When he stepped out of
the Jetway he was amazed to see how many people were milling around the
waiting area; there were a lot of people at the airport in Minneapolis but
he wasn?t alone there.  Being in an airport was not something Tyler had
ever done before today and to make it more stressful, he had no idea who he
was looking for.  ?UCSD guy?  patted him on the back and said, "Welcome to
California" as he watched the little guy observe the crowd.

   "Do you need to pick up some luggage?" he asked Tyler recognizing how
intimidated the young boy was.

   Tyler could only nod yes and started to walk with him down the concourse
to the stairs.  Once he was at the bottom he saw someone in a black suit
holding a sign with his name on it "Tyler Whitter."

   "That's me," he said pointing, "that's my name."

   With UCSD's hand still on his shoulder he walked up to the man and
introduced himself.  The man and UCSD looked surprised to see each other
and gave each other a hug, which Tyler thought was pretty strange.  Growing
up in Minnesota meant he grew up hugging everyone but the way they hugged
seemed a little different to him.  They talked for a moment and then the
man holding the sign squatted down until he was at eye-level and introduced
himself to Tyler.

   "I'm Chip, I work for your dad.  I grabbed your bags already so I'll
take you back to the house if you?re ready."

   At that point he noticed his baggage behind Chip.  He led them out to
the bus parking area and up to a huge black Audi A8-L.  Tyler couldn't
believe his eyes as Chip opened the door for him; he'd never seen such an
impressive car.  Tyler wasn?t country kid but growing up in Grand Rapids,
home to only 8,000 frozen souls had never exposed him to such luxury.  As
Chip rounded the front of the car and climbed in he asked Tyler if he was
hungry to which he politely said no.  Tyler leaned forward and talked with
Chip the whole time as they meandered through the hills of San Diego along
the coast.  Finally the car slowed down and Chip announced, "Here we are."

   Tyler looked out of his window and was blown away by the size of the
house.  They pulled up into a large circular driveway and Chip got out and
before Tyler could find the handle, the door opened and he stepped out into
the California sun.  As Chip opened the trunk to remove his bags, an older
man came out of the house and smiled at Tyler.

   "Welcome to San Diego Tyler, I am Russell your house manager.  Whenever
there is something you need, just let me know." Tyler was taken aback that
this man had just said ?your?.  He shook Tyler's hand, grabbed a bag while
Chip grabbed the other and they headed into the house.  The doors opened up
into a huge foyer with long curved staircases leading up to the second and
third floors.  As they climbed, Russell told Tyler that his father was
called to an unexpected meeting and that he should be getting home in about
an hour.  Russell showed Tyler his room and Chip left saying that he was
going to David's office in case he got out early.  The room was enormous
with a view that took his breath away; right below his window was the
Pacific Ocean with beaches and people all over.  "My deepest condolence on
your mother's passing.  Please let me know if there is anything I can get
for you.  If you need me I'll be in the kitchen, downstairs to the left of
the foyer and there is a pool in the back if you would like to go
swimming."

   Tyler explored nearly every room and found, besides bedrooms all over
the place, everything from a library, a game room with a pool table, a
workout room and a sauna.  He went back upstairs to pull on his swimsuit
but when he was halfway up the stairs he heard a voice call out his name.
He turned and saw a strong tall man standing with Chip wearing a pair of
exercise shorts and a t-shirt by the front door.  His first thought was his
father's trainer or gardener or a butler, he felt like he was in a castle
and had no idea how many people he would meet before David got home.  He
walked back down the steps, extended his hand and said "Hi, I'm Tyler."

   The man smiled and shook Tyler's hand and then knelt down on his knee
and said "Hi Tyler, My name is David." Tyler was a little shocked and who
could blame him, he just met his dad.  He didn't know why but he choked up
almost immediately and swallowed hard as tears fell from his eyes.  David
quickly leaned forward and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a
tight hug.  He could feel his son's tears wetting his shirt.  Chip quickly
left park the car in the garage and Russell disappeared into the kitchen
leaving them alone in the large stone foyer with Tyler's soft crying
echoing off the marble floor and walls and into David's shoulder.

   He had never felt anyone cling so tightly too him before; he couldn't
believe that this was his son, the one who he had never met, right here in
his arms.  David choked up a little as well and since Tyler's grip was not
lightening up, he picked him up and carried him through the library onto
the patio, sat on a bench and just hugged him.

   Tyler's crying began to subside but he didn't let go of the grasp around
his father's neck.  There was something very tranquil about the heavy arms
around him.  He was sitting on his father's solid legs and his head was
against a very powerful neck.  Everything about him made Tyler feel safe
and secure.  Everything was changing so quickly for Tyler; loosing his mom,
leaving his cousins and moving across the country.  He had been feeling
adrift ever since he was told that he would have to move away, very
vulnerable and alone but not right now.  He needed this more than he
realized; for the first time in weeks he felt like he was okay.

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