God DAMN these fathers who can just up and leave their children.
Have you ever lost someone, someone who meant so very much that thoughts and memories of them somehow become part of every thought and every fiber in you body, and part of every daydream and every night dream? Someone who you love so much, who you miss so badly that you cry at night, and you cry so hard and it hurts so bad that you feel like you’re insides are all coming out through your heart…when some nights you cry so hard and hurt so much that suddenly you fell like you have a connection with that person, at that very second, that that person must be thinking about you, too, at that very moment. Your pain is so intense that you know you’ve reached them. And then you’re crying out of their name in agony suddenly turns to a quiet question, as if they have come into your room…you say their name with a gasp, with just a second of peace, because for a second they are there with you after so long. Just before she shattered again, just before her little world crashed again, the name she whispered as a hopeful, breath-catching hello was….. “Daddy?”