Writting Prompt inspired stories.

The only thing worse than burying your child is digging them back up...

Pt.1

Trudging through the woods, I walked with a slight limp while carrying the heavy shovel over my left shoulder. "...Do you want me to carry that dad?" My daughter offered from behind me, brushing some more dirt out of her ash blonde hair. "No, I'm fine." I replied coldly. I knew she was mad at me, she made me promise her...And I broke that promise. There was a small crunch in the trees to my left and I instinctively turned to make sure nobody was there, accidentally smashing the metal spade against my daughters skull. Panicking, I dropped the tool and rushed over to where she had fell, apologizing. "Its fine," She grunted, waving me off. "Its not like I'm dead, oh wait..." She acknowledged sarcastically. God, I thought, How I forgot how the sound of teenager was. As she got to her feet and I ignored her tasteless humor she picked the shovel up in my sted, and nudged me affectionately. I swallowed hard and told her we had to keep moving as I turned my back on her...