A kid was sitting on her bed, her expression filled with dissatisfaction. Her father was next to her, holding a book in his hand and narrating the story to her.
‘And that's when the cat jumped from the cage and ran for the freedom outside!’ The father narrated the end of the story before softly closing the book and laying a kiss on her forehead.
He got off the bed slowly before saying, ‘Goodnight sweetheart.’
As he was on his way to the door, the kid suddenly called him, ‘Papa.’
The father paused and slowly turned behind to look at the kid, who raised straight on her knees. ‘What is it sweetheart?’
The kid paused for a moment before finally speaking up, ‘Why do you must really go?’
The father smiled understandingly, before slowly striding back to the kid.
‘Papa's already told you sweetheart. It's really important; not just for me, but everyone else in this country.’ he said, squatting down to her level on the bed.
The kid's face formed a slight frown before speaking up, ‘But papa, you're important to me too! If you're gone- who else would ever listen to me??’
The father, upon seeing the kid tear up, slowly hid his grin and patted her back. ‘If you ever feel like no one listens to you, write it down in a diary, journal, or perhaps even a letter! But don't let this feeling make you silent.’
He rubbed the tears off her eyes before kissing her forehead. As she sat up, the kid called him again.
‘Papa, could you promise me that you will come back soon?’
The father smiled before lifting the hat from his head and burying it between his arm and chest. ‘Though I can't promise anything, I will be with you to make sure you never feel alone.’
The kid smiled before jumping to hug him. The father swung her around like a merry-go-round as they both shared their laughter.
Suddenly, an elderly woman entered the room and, upon noticing them both, slurred over it before calling him, ‘Dear, the carriage has arrived, you must hurry.’
The father finally but slowly set the kid down. He turned to her one last time before saying, ‘Sweetheart, Papa's carriage is here. I must sadly go.’
He faked an exaggerated frown at the kid, who couldn't help but laugh at such mannerisms of her father.
‘Oh stop it, papa, it's embarrassing!’
‘Okay, okay-’ The father laughed before finally turning to face his mother.
The kid watched as they both hugged. His mother had a sorrowful expression on her face.
As they both walked out of the room, the kid noticed her fathers' hat on the ground, she picked it up and jumped back on the bed to look out of the window.
The kid saw her father mounting the carriage, whose horse's front mane was missing. he waved at her mother as the carriage started moving. ‘Goodbye, mother.’ he said.
Her mother raised her arm to try to reach him. ‘My son...’
The kid, laying her head on the window, also waved at her father leaving forever.
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Days passed by, and the kid spent them writing letters and sending them to her father, but received no response.
One day, while the kid was writing in her diary about a book she read on how hair holds memories, she heard a loud thud from the floor below.
The kid turned her head to the door before getting off the bed and walking down the stairs.
As she took two final steps towards the ground, she saw the elderly woman on the floor, laying inanimate.
The kid immediately rushed towards the body, shaking her gently. ‘Grandma? Grandma, wake up-’
The kid looked around and saw a letter in her grandmas' hand. She slowly plucked it out of her grasp before reading the contents.
Upon reading the letter, the kid looked horrified and glanced at the letter's envelope on the table.
She picked it up and, as she shook it, a locket fell out. She picked it up and split it open, revealing a picture of her father and mother.
The kid looked at her father's picture before turning to her mother's. She gazed at the mother's picture for a long moment before shutting the locket and putting it in her pocket.
The kid hastened towards the door, opening it and looking at the sky darkening with clouds before running away.
She looked around the town for the same carriage. She ran from block to block until, almost at evening, she stumbled across the same carriage.
She looked at the horse and noticed it was the same horse; its front mane was missing.
‘Borsche how in the world did your horse loose its' front mane?’ a bearded man asked laughing.
The man scoffed, ‘Oh it's that darn barber- I told him to groom my horse but he made my horse bald!’
The kid immediately rushed to the owner and said, ‘Pardon me, sir, but you were the same man who gave my father a ride, weren't you?!’
The man, who was talking to his friends, turned around to the little kid and said gently, ‘Oh- Yes? But what's supposed to be the problem, little one?’
‘I want to know where my father has gone to!’ the kid said, looking the man in the eyes.
The man knelt down to the kid's level before saying calmly, ‘Ah, my dear, calm down. Who is supposed to be your father?’
The kid halted for a moment before thinking deeply. ‘It was- yes, right! The man you picked up from on Bramblewick Road!’
‘Ohhh,’ said the man before adding, ‘I know him. He was one of the soldiers heading for the field.’
The kid smiled and nodded her head instantly before saying, ‘Yes! Him! I want to go meet him in person.’
The man frowned slightly before saying, ‘Ah no, those battlefields aren't meant for little kids to venture onto.’
The kid continues to beg the man to take her to the battlefield so she could meet her father, but the man kept refusing. until finally a passenger boarded the carriage and the man immediately left the scene.
The kid sighed before looking around and finally noticed that she was lost. Suddenly, thin raindrops hit her face.
The kid immediately rushed away to find her home as the downpour became stronger, the sound of wet footsteps echoed.
As the kid kept running, she suddenly slipped on the green mossy
cobblestone pavement.
Her head facing down, she picked the pebble next to her and threw it away blindly. Her groans filled with fustration.
After a few gasps, she finally sat down on the ground, embracing the rain that hit her face as it continued to drench her.
As the rainfall continued, a woman holding an umbrella, who was walking by, upon seeing a little child sitting on the pavement in the rain, immediately rushed towards her.
The woman shook the kid and said, ‘What are you doing outside in this rain?’
The kid turned to the lady slowly, her eyelids drooping low as she spoke softly, ‘Why did you disturb me? My father was reading me my favourite story...’
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Beyond The Window's Sill
AdventureRead higher than votes is because I delete chapters. A story about an orphan; girl, who upon reading the letter she recieved, immediately runs searching for her father. But upon failing to do so, she finds herself lost in middle of a city she's unkn...
