Alright, so I've made some bad choices in my lifetime. Not turning my homework on time, getting drunk at a party, cheating on my boyfriend, forgetting to take a Plan B. Ya know, shit happens. But I'd have to say that my worst bad choice had to be hunting down the father of my child. I had a girl, her name's Violet and I love her to absolute death but I'd love her a hell of a lot more if she would stop coming home from school with the same question.
"How come I don't have a daddy?"
And I think I speak for a lot of people when I say that life would be just a little bit easier if the first thing I said to my baby girl when she gets into the car after school didn't always have to start with," well, Violet, sweetie...." It gets kind of repetitive and annoying that a five year old girl can't remember something I've been telling her since she knew that kids even had two parents.
But I still love her and want the best for her and all the other lovey dovey stuff that single parents say to make it seem like they're fine when they're really not most of the time. My name is Rosalina Rivera Molina and I'm tired of being asked about Violet's father so instead of spewing some lie about how he died, I've decided to go find him.
It's a very bad idea and I have a
feeling I'm going to regret it but hey, it's better spending than summer going to quinceañeras and listening to my grandma spout nonsense about the how the holocaust wasn't real. Right? What could possibly go wrong?
A/N: If you liked this little prompt, I'm considering expanding on it so leave a comment if you'd like to see that. Thx! ❤
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The Willow Maid and Other Stories
Short StoryA collection of stories I've derived from pretty songs and things that are too short to put into a whole book.
