"I'll be back in a week my darling.""Daddy, that's too long. You're always gone"
"I know dear, I'm sorry...Ever since-"
He paused for a long time. My mind raced trying to figure out why he would cut off his sentence like that. Daddy never faltered, everything he said was clear and crisp. Always resembling the looks of Autumn
My mind caught on to what was happening.
"Daddy it's okay," I said, trying to give him all my reassurance.
"I'm not a little girl anymore. You can talk about mommy if you want to."
I smiled at him meekly, knowing I was still only seven, trying to show him I can handle the truth, even if it did suck.
"Of course my darling, you can handle anything, why, you will conquer the world someday I presume."
And just like that he was back to pretending that everything was okay when it wasn't. He pretended that mommy dying was not sad. Pretended that he was okay. He pretended he was not hurting.
I know I'm only seven but I'm observant. And I've observed over my years that guys suck. Guys, boys, men, males- whatever you call them they never own up to feelings... they never let people help, and honesty- I think it's just sad and pathetic."Mommy being gone simply means I need to work a little more, dear.
"I know, but if you must go- bring me back a dolly! A really pretty one with curly hair and big blue eyes, just like mommy had!
Of course my dear, anything for you. I will get the prettiest doll money can buy!
And with that he left. The silence of the house was deafening. The only noise was the creaking of the floorboards as Mildred, my nanny, came up behind me.
"Chin up, love. Your father will be back in merely a week. Much shorter than the last trip, I'd say."
I loved Mildred deeply but sometimes, I just wish she'd shut up.
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Ah! Ok so this is frustrating me because this is for school and it was supposed to be two pages and I made it 5...
Anyway- this is definitely going to be a lot longer than the story I made for school because ugh deadlines. After I'm done with this story, I'll probably post the other, shorter, story
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Molly and her Dolly
HorrorHorror story involving a seven year old girl from Maine and a beautiful doll her daddy brought home from a business trip in Japan.