She looks about five as she runs, arms spread out at her father. She isn’t afraid that he won’t catch her. She knows he will. A big smile stretched across both their faces. Something I wish I had. The image hurtful and nostalgic. I ran at my mother when I was younger. Never my father, though. Her brown eyes blown wide open in excitement and joy. His eyes full of love, a perfect father daughter picture as he patiently waits for her, his knees on the ground, his own arms spread wide for her small body. I remember warmth, I remember love, but not from my own father. The trees dance in the wind in front of this school entrance. I wished she could stay this happy for her entire life, so innocent and soft. I wish I could’ve been this happy my entire life.
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Random Writing Scenarios
Randomhello, I started online school to write novels, and some assignments ask to write a fictive story on based ideas. So, I decided I might as well try and post them here. Hope you enjoy, kind of.
