January 11, 6:28 A.M.:
I walk downstairs to our breakfast table. Actually, Daddy's breakfast table. I almost flirt with getting caught; I actually sit right across from him and look him in the eye as if I were saying, "See? No food!" And of course he doesn't read my expression; he's too busy reading the Business section.
I even put on that same outfit I had a while back-- the one he said was too tight. This time he doesn't say anything. Although I don't know how much of that is his not caring and how much of that is the fact that this time it really isn't too tight. He wanted me to wear something looser; I wore something looser. I shrink; he gets his wish. Don't you just love it when everybody wins...
Seriously, his silence is killing me. Finally he notices he has a daughter, and she is sitting directly across the table from him. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a scrap of paper. I stare at him, unbelieving.
"Here," he tells me. "It's the number for the hotel I'll be staying at."
"What?" I blink. What's he talking about? Actually, I already know, or at least I should...
"I have a conference to attend in Tokyo. It's a very long and important one and I'll be away for nearly a month."
Inwardly, I'm screaming. Inwardly, I'm really, really mad at him for just springing this on me now. Knowing him, he's probably leaving right after I leave for school.
But outwardly I say nothing. Outwardly I smile. "I'll miss you, Daddy," I tell him, all sweet as though I really were going to miss him. Why am I even making such a big deal out of this? He's practically never here, anyway.
He smiles back, and I wonder vaguely if his smile is as fake as mine. Then again, he's even sweet for a minute or two. "Don't be late for school," he tells me.
"I won't, Daddy." I should be an actress.
I leave just then, having survived yet another breakfast without him noticing... it. And I'm about to face a month where I won't even have to try not to get caught. Not that I have to try now. I control my food. I control my weight. I control my life.
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