Oh Baby... (Becstin)

Chapter 28: Hold On Tight, Daddy

Chapter 28: Hold On Tight, Daddy
This chapter I hope made it up for the previous two that I previously posted.

Hope you enjoy it.

Hey :)

----------> Video on the side of Becky and Francisco.
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Next chapter will be so ha-... Oops enough said.

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(My dad is my everything, his my Superman.)

{Becky} [Week 11]

I remembered it like it had betide just yesterday.

I sat down in the comfort of my living room couch, a blanket sprawl all around me creating my own cocoon of warmth. My eyes fixture on the screen of the TV, tears trailing down my cheek at the everlasting memory that replayed on the TV.

My daddy, my hero teaching me to play baseball. I had just turned one, me in my little mini baseball attire with a hat on and my own little plastic bat. My dad rolled the ball as I attempt to bat it back to him with epic failure. That procedure seemed to go on for a while longer until little me had enough, dropping the bat to the grass falling down with it. Tears formed in my eyes until it all came, my scream got my father attention as he rushed to me, laughing at little me.

I smiled at the memory, laughing even along with my father. Who knew we all had those moments, when we can't get something right, we all fall down and cry. We all had once upon a time with that.

The screen than trailed into darkness until it showed seven year old me at one of my school recital. I didn't remember much of what broke down there, but I watched myself on stage, I smiled at the crowd.

''Who's your hero'' a women asked, my memory vividly remembers her as one of my teachers. She looked down at me, smiling encouragingly.

''My daddy is my hero. He is strong, brave and cries sometime. He is strong like Superman'' seven year old me said slowly, almost timidly. The crowd erupted in cheers and I saw myself smile.

''I'm sorry, princess'' at the sound of his voice, my head quickly spun toward the living room doorway. He stood there, his face morph into one of sorrow and rue. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had shed many tears the previous night. A smile slipped on my face, knowing my father was back.

He was never gone, just lost his way to me.

He trailed in the living room, taking a seat beside me. I pause the TV screen. I wasted no time in crawling in his arm, cuddling up to him as if I was back to being ten. I laid across his lap, my head rested on his chest and I felt the tears trailing down my cheek.

''I-am so so sorry princess. It was all just so surreal and I though because of this I would have to let go of my baby girl'' my father say, his voice drifting off and I felt the dropped of his own tear on my forehead. I lifted my head, staring at him in the eyes, reflecting his emotions in my own.