Goodbye Little Sunflower (Short Story)

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Ivan was laying on his bed, curled up in a ball. His older sister Yeka was treating to the wounds on his back while his younger sister Natalia had his head in her lap, rubbing his hair and the tears running down his face. His boss had just finished beating him for 'being weak.' He wouldn't understand how the Russian felt about what had just happened. 

Now the man was crying tears of pain and sadness while his sisters tried to take care of him. They were doing the best they could to treat the man's wounds, but he didn't care. They would heal in time. Yet his heart which was now shattered into a million pieces and left in a land across the sea couldn't heal easily. Not until he saw the girl again. 

Early that day the man was forced to watch has his boss left his only daughter in the land he had found her in. No matter how much he begged and pleaded to keep her, he was told no. 'She was sold to America so that's where she will stay,' his boss kept telling him. To prove the point, Ivan was forced to come and watch her be left alone in the cold. He could still hear her screams of protest and wanting the Russian man to come back. He would never be able to get the sight of her falling on her knees, tears in her eyes has she was left out of his imagine. He was broken now. And no matter what Yeka and Natalia did, he could never be fixed again. 

"Goodbye Little Sunflower," he whispered, a new flood of tears coming to his eyes has he hugged the blanket she had slept with last night tightly. The poor Russian was broken hearted has he was reminded that she was gone and he could never get her back. 

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