Days Of Christmas

Tales about Papa||Uchiha family

Day six: Tales about Papa

"Mama, doesn't Papa love us anymore?"

Sakura's hand faltered on the potatoes she was washing for dinner at the question her daughter just asked. Sarada, her precious little girl, had asked so many questions regarding her always absent father but this she did not expect.

Sakura stopped the dishes she was doing to kneel to Sarada's level. The young girl was a carbon copy of Sasuke, her husband. She behaved like him too but she also inherited Sakura's wits and gutso. "Of course he loves you!" Sakura chastised.

"B-but Papa doesn't come home to us a-and it is almost Christmas and Boruto is going to Wonderland with his Papa and I want to go with my Papa too." Sarada bawled, trying her best to sniff back the snot that was dripping from her nose and at the same time push up her glasses that was slipping off.

Sakura's expression softened at her little girl's confession and hugged her close. "Oh Sarada." She whispered. "Papa loves you more than anybody. He is protecting us as a soldier so he can't come home right now but he has a surprise for you."

Sarada brightened up at that. "Really?! What is it?"

Sakura pretended to think seriously about it before sticking her tongue out with a wink. "It's a secret."

"Aawww." Sarada whined. Her features brightened up as her mother cleaned her face up. "Ne Mama, what is better than a kiss?"

If Sakura were drinking something, she would have choked on it because of Sarada's impulsive question. She looked at her six year old daughter intensely and blushed. Memories of the day Sasuke went to the military were still fresh in her head. Sasuke had departed with a poke on her forehead.

To an outsider, Sasuke just poked her forehead with his index and middle fingers but Sakura knew just how much the gesture meant for Sasuke. To her, the gesture was far better and meant deeper than a kiss. Sakura giggled and poked her daughter's forehead the same way.

"I'll tell you later."

"Awie! Mama com'on!" Sarada whined and Sakura giggled.

"Help me with the dishes and I will tell a story of Mama and Papa's high school days." Sakura bargained.

"Really?! Yes!"

Sarada was snuggled up in a warm blanket and in Sakura's arms on the couch next to the fireplace. After a long period of washing (only three) dishes, it was finally time to hear about her Papa and Mama.

•12 days of Christmas•

Haruno Sakura wasn't always the confident woman she was now. In fact she was weak, whiny and according to her crush's words annoying.

Not even fifty words into Sakura's story, Sarada interrupted her tale with a gasp of surprise. "That's a lie! Mama is so strong and cool."

"But it's true. I wasn't always strong." Sakura smiled. "Let's get back to the story, shall we?"

"Hmm!"

She attended the prestigious Konoha School of Arts (KSA) along with her best friend, Ino and a few other of her wealthy friends. Sakura was a ballerina but not because she wanted to be one. She joined the ballet team because Sasuke was in it.