His voice was shallow when he spoke that he knew Imani wasn't her best yet he sat and watched. Maybe the people that followed him was right to question why do you allow bad things to happen to the people you love. Yet he wanted to help he wanted to push Micheal away and hold his daughter and tell her she would be alright in his eyes. Though he knew sometimes she had to experience things by her own.
His eyes looked down to see her sitting in a tub Micheal rubbing her back that was coated with the bubbles from the soap that he had lathered up soon prior.
"For I am sorry my child I haven't forgot you"
Imani's eyes widened as she heard his voice a soft coo it was in her ear. Though he spoke to her yes she was a on and off with her religion hell could you blame her, but she loved him in the way she wanted to.
Micheal noticed how she slowed for a bit and her eyes closed his hand going down to take hers. He hated when she got like this for a figure that wasn't real to him how she would lean on her heels on Sundays to go to church how she would gather them ever day for a morning prayer.
He hated how this person would leave her more broken than she already was...he hated that somehow this person made her weaker than what she was. He loved her like she was the breathe to his body and he needed her to breathe for him to exhale her worries.
" Imani are you ok?" His finger rubbed on her knuckles as she looked up at him her eyes stained red. Her hands held his back as she sound future into the water allowing it to hold her body like a hug of comfort while Michaels had still locked with her own.
" I'm sorry about that..." it was a slow sorry like she had practiced this statement a lot. Her eyes didn't meet his until his hand left hers to hold her face slowly and softly turning him toward her as she still refused to meet his gaze.
" We all have days Imani no need to feel like you must apologize for having one of those days. Your always here for us and helping us it is only right for ever once in a while for us to help you." His voice was soft as her face rested in his hands her eyes closing softly as tears began to slip.
Maybe this was a blessing being able to come to this place to be seen and heard. Unlike at home when she wanted to be heard she was told she was just said to just pry but no one wanted to hear her. This maybe she liked this being told it's ok that she can be heard instead of silenced like she used to be, her eyes opened as she spoke.
"Thank you "
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