Clara walked so fast she arrived in the barn in moments after screaming at her daddy, and escaping out her window. Sure, they had squabbles before but nothing like this one. The tears flowing down her face got her even madder. "What the heck is going on, I never talked to daddy like that before," she felt bad, and her blood pressure must be half way to the moon by now. She thought about running back, but chose to let them both cool off.<br/><br/>She climbed the ladder to the hay loft, thinking of all the things that happened since she met Dukey. She wasn't sorry for any of it, except her temper, and she laid down on the hay. She let her mind wander back to earlier days. The times Momma was alive and Daddy was happier. She remembered the day of Easter, when she was around 8 years old, she had found colored eggs all over the barn. Several here in the hayloft. Clara closed her eyes, like she did that Easter Sunday, and began dreaming.<br/><div align="center">(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h396/Sybl1/sy2/TheHayloftawm.jpg)</div><br/>Clara's dream was so real, her Momma was in the kitchen baking lasagna because they never ate pork, and her little nose could smell it all the way to the hayloft.  Her nose breathed in the aroma, "mmmmm, oh Momma, I can't wait to bite into your homemade lasagna."<br/><div align="center">(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h396/Sybl1/sy2/lasagna.jpg)</div>In her dream she smelled it again, Clara stirred a little mumbled, "Mom..ma, Momma... I ...miss ...you, ...so much." She wrapped tighter in the blanket, "Daddy, I'm sorry for breaking your tractor." She heard scraping sounds too, like when you are scraping paint or old hard grease from old parts. Several times she heard the scraping noise, and the fresh baked lasagna both, sifting through her mind. She tirred, and sat up on one elbow.<br/><br/>Daddy was carving into the wood floor of the hayloft these words:<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">I am sorry. I at times do not deserve a daughter like you.</span></strong><br/><br/>She saw the plate of lasagna, and those words. Her eyes focused on her Daddy carving them into the floor.<br/><br/><strong>"Daddy?"</strong>Clara crawled over to him, "Daddy, I am so sorry I screamed at you like I did. I love you Daddy, and I am sorry. The tears fell like a rain storm. "Please Daddy, don't feel like that. I know I over reacted. I love you Daddy. Please forgive me?"<br/><br/>Clara wrapped her arms around her Daddy's shoulders. "I really do love you. I promise I will make it up to you, somehow."