"Daddy, I had a really bad dream.."
I trotted towards my father's side of the bed and shook his arm.
His eyes flew open and he rubbed his eyes several times before turning to face me.
"Was it a scary dream sweetheart?"
I quickly nodded and wiped away tears that I didn't know were sliding down my cheeks.
"What did you dream about?"
He lifted me off up the ground with his big hands and had me lay down next to him underneath the blankets.
"I dreamt that Momma died and she never came back to visit us."
My father was silent for a brief moment before speaking.
"How did she die Vanessa?"
My lips wobbled and I let out a small wail.
"A bad man had a gun and he shot her in the head..."
My father froze for a few seconds before he wrapped his arms around me like a protective shield.
"I'm so sorry sweetheart.."
I lulled off to sleep as he rubbed small circles on my back with his fingertips.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
