Henry's Diary<3
In a quaint little town surrounded by lush forests and sparkling rivers, I live in a big, quiet house with my father, Henry. My name is Theo, and I'm just a little baby with soft, curly hair and big eyes. I don't know many words yet, but I know what I feel. And what I feel most is a longing for my father's love and attention.
My days start in a crib filled with soft toys and colorful mobiles. I wake up each morning, babbling and giggling to myself, hoping today will be the day Daddy plays with me. But Daddy is always busy. He sits at a big desk in his study, tapping away on his laptop, never looking up when I call out to him.
One cold morning, the frost clings to the windows and the sun barely peeks through the clouds. I pull myself up in my crib and look around, hoping to see Daddy. I want him to pick me up and cuddle me. I manage to climb out of my crib and toddle towards the study. My little feet make soft sounds on the carpet as I go.
When I get to the study, I see Daddy at his desk. I take a step inside, then another, until I'm close enough to tug at his trousers. I whimper, trying to get his attention. He barely looks at me. "Theo, go back to your room," he says, sounding annoyed. But I don't understand his words. I keep tugging, hoping he'll pick me up.
Suddenly, Daddy's voice gets loud and angry. "Theo, stop it!" he snaps. He picks me up roughly and carries me back to my room, setting me down in my crib. "Stay here and be quiet," he says, and then he leaves, closing the door behind him.
Tears fill my eyes. I reach out towards the closed door, my tiny hands grasping at the air. I cry, hoping he'll come back, but he doesn't. The room feels big and empty, and I feel so alone.
Days pass, and I keep trying to get Daddy's attention. I reach out to him, hoping he'll hold me and love me, but he stays distant and cold. He gives me food and clothes, but not the warmth or love I need. My heart aches, but I don't know how to make things better.
One evening, it starts to rain. The thunder is loud and scary, and I can't sleep. I cry out in fear, hoping Daddy will come. I climb out of my crib again, shaking with fear and cold, and make my way to the study. My cries grow louder with each step.
Finally, Daddy opens the door. "What now?" he snaps, sounding frustrated. I look up at him, tears streaming down my face, my tiny hands reaching out. For a moment, he just stands there, looking at me. Then, something changes in his eyes.
He kneels down and picks me up, holding me close. "I'm sorry, Theo," he whispers, his voice trembling. "I've been a terrible father."
I cling to him, my sobs quieting as I feel his warmth and love for the first time. It's what I've wanted all along, and now, finally, he's giving it to me. From that night on, things start to change. Daddy spends more time with me. He plays with me, reads me stories, and holds me close. The house that once felt cold and empty fills with laughter and warmth.
Daddy still works, but he makes time for me too. He watches me take my first steps and laughs with me when I giggle. He shows me love and attention, and my heart feels full and happy.
Our home, once filled with silence and loneliness, becomes a place of joy and love. I feel safe and loved, knowing Daddy is there for me. We build a life together, filled with the sweet comfort of knowing we have each other.
And so, in our little town surrounded by lush forests and sparkling rivers, Daddy and I find happiness and healing together.
