𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 | l.messi

three.

8 years ago:

A 6 YEAR old Emily stared at her mother as she put on her lipstick and tilted her head. Valentina looked at the girl who stared with interest on her face.

she chuckled and Emily snapped out of her daze. "mami , what's that?" she asked in a small voice. Valentina stood up from the chair infront of her vanity and picked her little girl up.

Emily now happily sat in her mother's lap , intensely looking at her make up. "it's just things you put on your face if you don't want to look tired" Valentina said jokingly and poked her little girl.

Emily giggled . "can i use it too?" she asked with hope in her eyes and Valentina narrowed her eyes playfully.

"maybe when you're 16" Valentina said in a pointed look. Emily smiled and nodded her head.

Valentina took the time to look at her daughter. even though she had her at a young age , there wasn't one thing she'd change about it.

Emily looked so much like him. his brown eyes , his skin tone and even his pitch black hair. the only thing Emily got from her was her nose.

Emily was the name he picked out for her. well...for his future daughter.

Valentina didn't think she'd ever use the name , as it gave her too much memories...but when she saw her little girl for the first time in her arms , she knew it had to be her name.

"mami , don't cry" Emily said , wiping her finger over an oblivious tear. Valentina snapped out of her daze and kissed Emily's forehead.

"i'm gonna be alright. why don't you go downstairs and mami will join you in a couple minutes?" Valentina asked and Emily nodded her head.

she ran downstairs with her cute little legs and pigtails whipping against her back.

Valenina slipped on her stiletto's and went to walk out , but something caught her eye.

a box.

a blue and white box that sat on her closet for atleast more than 10 years.

before she knew it , her arms reached out to take the familiar box off the closet and she sat on the bed , slowly opening it.

the box brought back a wave of feelings. Valentina took out a piece of paper. it was a letter. the first letter he wrote to her when he was in Barcelona.

it was covered in heart stickers. she smiled as she grabbed a hold of the stack of photos.

her heart skipped a beat as she looked at her favourite photo of them. they were at the beach and he was carrying her on his back with a huge smile on his face.

it was two weeks before he went back to Barcelona.

after Valentina found out she was pregnant , he was already at the brink of his career , standing out and shining bright.

they barely talked and when she found out she was pregnant , she fled. she moved out of Argentina and went to Italy where no one knew her.

nobody knew where she was , not even her own parents. but when Emily turned 2 years old , they moved back to Argentina , Valentina making sure not to make any contact with any of his family again.

so many memories went through her head and a tear fell down her cheek. Emily didn't deserve this.

she deserved a father. she deserve to know him.

but Valentina knew better. he wouldn't believe her. he probably had a wife and kids by now and wouldn't want Emily in his life. so she didn't even bother.

"mami?" she heard a small voice and immediately wiped her eyes. Emily eyed the box on the bed and Valentina pushed the photos and letter in the box.

"what's that?" she asked and Valentina smiled and shook her head. "nothing baby. nothing important" she said.

she closed the box and put it on the closet. Valentina turned to Emily. "let's go get pancakes , alright?" she said and kissed her little girl's forehead before walking downstairs.

Emily stood in the room , looking at the box on the closet. one day , she will be tall enough and see what's in that box.

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