Little one off stories I guess

We'll Meet Again

The feel of his hand running down my head smoothing out my hair, the rumble of his chest as he hums the melody to We'll Meet Again by The Ink Spots because he knows how much I love their music. The heat radiating off of him as he pulls the blanket up just a little bit further because I run just a little extra cold during the winter. The feeling of his lips connecting with my forehead as he tells me goodnight, and that he loves me. The feeling of comfort that came with taking our Sunday nap, before I knew what he would come to do. The thought of being my father's baby girl once again long gone into my teen years after everything he has done to me. The feeling of not knowing if it's best to stay away, or try to reconnect in a way that we once just clicked. The feeling of emptiness knowing that I am no longer the little girl my dad once saw, but now just a young woman in his eyes, because just like 'the rest of them' I have gone against my father in a way he did not find delightful. The feeling of knowing my little sister is his new baby girl, and I will never get my spot back no matter how bad I want it. The feeling of hurt knowing I won't ever be five years old taking my Sunday nap with my dad as he hums me to sleep.