One of Nicholas' earliest memories is of running away with his brother and sister when they were all under the age of four.
His parents moved near Watertown, Minnesota, when his father enrolled in University of Minnesota master's program. They met at Creighton University, and before they knew it, Patrick Michael Sparks and Jill Emma Marie Thoene married and had three children in three years (curiously, all three had December birthdays, and both Nicholas and his younger sister Dana were born on December 31). He then recounts the history of his parents' relationship. Early on in Chapter 1, Nicholas Sparks wonders about his parents' readiness for marriage, let alone their readiness for parenthood. It had been her home for the past three months."The rhythm method doesn't work" is one lesson that Nicholas learned from his mother.
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At both the front and back of the house the porches were sagging, and without the portable fan she sometimes felt as if she would bake to death, but because she could live there rent-free, it was exactly what she needed. The two bedrooms and the living room weren't too bad, but the kitchen was in dire need of modern appliances and the bathroom didn't have a shower. It wasn't mucha small ramshackle building set on three acres, built in the 1920s. After their deaths it had become her mother's, then eventually it had passed on to her. But there was nothing.ĭenise Holton lived in a house that had once been owned by her grandparents. He hadn't said anything since he'd been in the car, and he turned at the sound of her voice. Kyle was watching the rain as it blew against the windows, his head turned sideways. Kyle, unlike other children, never complained about anything. Kyle, of course, didn't complain about the things they did every day. Now she led a life completely dedicated to her son. Now she led a life she hadn't anticipated, a life where Kyle's daily progression was carefully logged in a notebook. Though she showered Kyle with attention, it somehow hadn't been enough. But fate is strange, fate is unpredictable. Kyle immediately became the sole recipient of the love she had to offer. Her father had died when she was four, she had no siblings, her grandparents on both sides had passed away. Other than him, she was alone in the world. Kyle, she knew, had been sent to replace her family. Kyle, she felt sure, was a gift from God. Kyle had been born four years to the day after her mother had died of a brain aneurysm, and though not usually given to believing in signs, Denise could hardly regard that as a coincidence. It was a blessing because she knew that patience was necessary to help him it was a curse because it made her question her own abilities as a parent. Usually it helped, but this was both a blessing and a curse. When she felt her frustration rising, she slowly counted to ten before doing anything when that didn't work, she left the room to collect herself.
After that, though, she'd done her best to keep her emotions in check. Once, while he was still a toddler, she'd momentarily placed her hand over his mouth to quiet him, but he'd been screaming for over five hours after staying awake all night, and tired parents everywhere might find this a forgivable offense. She'd done her best to be patient with him over the last four years, but it hadn't always been easy. With Kyle, they were sometimes hard to find. These days she simply did the best job she could, accepting the good with the bad, looking for joys in the little things. That feeling hadn't changed, although she wasn't in any way a perfect mother. After his birth, while still in the delivery room, she took one look at him and couldn't believe there was anything more beautiful in the world. What could she say? He'd once been part of her, she'd heard his heart beating at twelve weeks, she'd felt his movements within her the last five months of her pregnancy. The extra caffeine, she hoped, would keep her alert and focused on the drive, instead of on Kyle. Her Diet Coke sat between the emergency brake and the driver's seat, and though she knew it wasn't good for her, she finished the last of it and immediately wished she'd bought another. For the next twenty minutes rain fell steadily but not ominously, and she watched the wipers push the water back and forth while she made her way back to Edenton, North Carolina. Why had this happened? Why, of all the children, was Kyle the one?īack in the car after stopping for gas, Denise hit the highway again, staying ahead of the storm.
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