"Where's my daddy?" A five year old Kadee wondered to her mother
"Why do you need a daddy now!?" Kadee's mother turns from the rice noodles on the stove, upset with her smooth porcelain face turning crimson.
"Where's my daddy?" Kadee questions again.
Kadee's mom turns again and slaps her daughter's small, curious face,"Father gone!"
Kadee's face stings from the slap and the salty tears rolling down her face,"B-but I'm supposed to have a dad-daddy," she stammers,"everyone in my-y kindergarten class has a daddy! Danny even has two dad-dies and two-o mommies! Lilly has two-o daddies! It's not fair!" Kadee squeals with anger and bangs her fists on the cheap laminate flooring of their apartment kitchen.
"Kadee. Father is gone. Life is not fair. Wash your hands and face for dinner."
Kadee waddles upstairs and does as she's told. She sits down at the edge of the carpet stairs when done and slump, slump, slumps down the stairs. She joins her mother at the table for Viatnamese seared chicken and rice noodles. The rest of the night passes without any words spoken
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Father Gone
General Fiction"Father, father gone," was always the response Kadee got from her Viatnamese American mother on the subject of Kadee's father. 'Is father dead?' 'Is he lost?' 'Did he abandon us?' 'Did he leave mom for another woman?' Questions haunt Kadee's mind...
