The sound of little feet across the floor. A beautiful Sunday morning, perfect day. "Mommy! Mommy!" said my little girl. Her eyes sparkled like lapis in the sky, her hair bronze; just like her daddy. "Mommy where is daddy?" my four year old asked, her eyes big, "when is he coming back?" Those words, so simple yet so destructive to my heart. I got up from the comfort of my bed, and sat up with her in my lap. I haven't told her since her fourth birthday. I sighed and held back tears.
"Remember your fish Timmy? How he stopped moving one day? He wasn't needed here anymore, so he went to heaven. You're daddy is with Timmy and watching over us every single day...hey don't cry sweet angel"
It was the first time I've ever seen her cry, sure she's bawled her eyes out when she was my little baby, but it's then first time from real emotions. The tears flowed effortlessly from her ocean eyes. I held back my own as I pulled her closer to me, rocking her back and forth, soon lulling her into a deep slumber.
She's a tough cookie, just like her daddy.
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Still Here | Robsten
FanfictionKristen recently suffered a loss of someone close to her heart. She now has been raising her daughter alone for almost a year. After all the terrifying scenarios leading up to his "death" she fears that "he" might be still here. Now Kristen has to d...
