Wednesday, October 9, 2014
Dear Diary,
Today, I got a call.
It was from Dad, I hadn't seen him since last summer and the last time I spoke to him before today was August, we aren't as close as we used to be. In a way, I think it was my stepmother and her children that broke us apart. I didn't mind, they were happy. I was in no right place to ruin it. But I was here first and he told me that I'd always be his princess. But he treats my stepmom like the Queen and I'm just some maid to him.
No matter what he does, I can't find it in my heart to truly hate him. The moments we share are too beautiful to destroy and I would like for it to remain like that, even if the present can't be fixed anymore.
When Dad began speaking, every word rung in my mind. and before I knew it, I was biting back my soft sobs. It broke my heart every word. He was sick, he was in a weak condition. I focused on me and him in the old days, going to Baskin Robbins, me asking for rainbow ike gweam as I always called it and him smiling proudly at me, like it was the greatest thing in the world.
I looked at my father lovingly, only he could make me feel so special and worthy. I blinked back a tear as he continued speaking in a low voice.
Finally, he stopped.
"I love you, honey, you know you're my little princess, right?"
I nodded, knowing he couldn't see me but it was natural for me to do so.
Yes. I responded in my mind, "Love you too, dad."
God knew time couldn't stop in that very moment, cause I needed to hear those words, those three words. Yet it broke me.
YOU ARE READING
Introvert and Proud
Teen FictionMeet Jill, she's an introvert. All of her friends are aware of this but nobody actually know that she writes in her diary every other day, has unrequited feelings from the people who raised her, might have a little crush on her friend, has an extrov...
