“Merry Christmas mom" she gave me a sincere smile.
“Merry Christmas baby" I hugged her and she did hugged me back. We exchanged gifts, she bought me a silver necklace with a locket as a pendant
.”Thanks mom, here’s mine" I gave her my painting, it was her when she was young. Then suddenly, her tears fell off.
“It’s.. It’s adorable" I wiped her tears and gave her a smile.
“I’m really happy that you like it mom" I hugged her again. I tried to control my tears and not letting it flow. After our scene, she nods her head and show me the way to him. I saw him sitting on a wheelchair and staring at the middle of nowhere. My mom kissed me on the cheeks before she left.
"Hey… dad" he didn’t look back, he just turn around and frowned
"Yeah, hello to me too" I said with sarcasm. And then he goes back to his business, staring at nothing. His back is in front of me, that’s why I frowned a little.
"I guess you don’t know it’s Christmas today huh?" there was a bit anger in my voice, and I can feel that he felt it.
"Yes, so leave" that’s it?!?! Ugh!
I hurriedly walked in front of him, then put my hands on his both sides.
"It’s Christmas today… and… please… don’t—" but before I finished my words, I ended up shocked.. he just slapped me.
"Don’t make me hate you more Guivella" I wiped off my tears and stood straight in front of him.
"It’s… Guivinella dad" I laugh a bit.But it doesn’t mean that I’m happy that he forgot my real name.He just smirk at me.
And then… he said the words…
"You’re not my daughter, why would I still care for you? After all, you are the reason why my son died!" he’s still mad at me, still not accepting me as one of his child.I shouldn’t care about that, but even though he said it, I still love him, he’s my father and no one can replace him in my heart. No one.
"Guess what dad? I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon.. I’m going back to Poland, and be living there… for good. Looks like my future was there, and you know what dad? Last night, I asked Santa Clause for a gift… a gift of acceptance… that one day you will accept me and love me like how I do to you.. and I wasn’t expecting for anything dad, all I want is you call me as your own… call me as your daughter.. not some b*tch that was blamed by her sin by killing his beloved brother! Not that dad! That accident wasn’t my fault!"I started crying. And I was about to go away he hold my right hand to stop me.
"Are you happy now? Are you happy that you won’t ever see me again.. dad? Well that’s good news isn’t it? " he didn’t say a thing.
"Or are you bothered because I won’t be here anymore and you have no one to blame for your son’s death?" my tears didn’t stop from falling.
"You know what dad? I also hate myself for letting my brother died, and I did want to exchange places with him, that maybe it will be great If I were the one who died rather than him! I always asked God dad, why not me?!?! " So much more drama, I really wanted to be alone right now. It’s hurting me damn it!
"Dad… I should… go now" it was supposed to be my last words, but.. he pull me then hugged me.
"Sorry" I heard him whispered in my ears, and still, I cried in front of him. Those words… I’ve been longing to hear.
"I’m sorry too dad" We stayed that way for longer hours, and it seems, some of my plans would change, and…
I’m thanking Santa Clause for the best gift ever.
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Operation Centuria: The First 25
Fiksi RemajaThis is the first thirty stuff of the Operation Centuria series. It is a compilation of short stories by three different authors.
