He sat there beside me and was trying his best not to cry. I saw the same regret in his eyes which was there on the day he walked out of my life. My Papa never gave me a reason why he left me and I never asked my mama. I have always thought it was my fault that he left me.Since that dreathful night I have been so scared that anyone could walk out of my life if my papa could.
He was holding my hand and looking at me silently. Then he started crying. "My baby. My blue Iris, My hope, why did you do this to yourself? You should have blame your papa. You should have hated me but why did you hurt yourself. I am sorry. I'm sorry. Oh how I would sell my soul to bring you back."
"it's not worth it. You were not in her whole life. Even if she wakes up what would you say? She waited for you everyday on that swing. She kept asking why you didn't come home. I ran out of answers to tell her."
Papa got up and said nothing. He was holding my hand tighter.
It was his way of saying he loved me.
" take care of yourself. I will come back tommorow. "
Mama's heart was filled with anger but she was silent and as soon as he left she fell on the floor.
It felt like everything felt apart,everything she was trying to hold together for so long.
