Her little head poked around the corner of the white coloured door, the room that she was afraid to enter had fallen silent. Silent from the storm of hurtful words, silent from the sobbing of her mother.
Stood before her was her father, his shoulders were slouched, his face fallen forward. His white uniform was crumpled and untucked, an unusual occurrence. At times he was away for longer than she could count, when he returned everything was perfect. But this time, this time it was different.
This time, words flew around, bouncing of the white painted walls, but only when the world outside had fallen dark and all the creatures had fallen asleep. They only bounced around, hurting, when her parents thought that she was asleep in her big girls bed.
The sounds frightened her; they frightened her so much that she dug deep underneath her fairy printed sheets, hugging her closest friends tight close to her chest. She never understood what her mummy and daddy were saying, but she did know she didn’t like it nor did daddy.
It was always her mother’s voice she heard first, startling her from the sleepy state that grew over her as the day came to a close.
As she stood there at the door in the daylight, staring at her daddy, her little heart pounded in her chest. Sitting in front of her daddy sat a suitcase, big enough for her to fit into; it was the one they took on holidays when they went.
Slowly and silently she stumbled over to where he was sitting, as she reached him, his head slowly rose and she could see his eyes, they were sad and filled with water. She didn’t know why he was crying and she didn’t know they were going on a holiday, but she thought that her daddy would be happy, holidays were always fun.
“Daddy.” She looked at him quizzically.
“Yes Sweetie?”
“Are we going on holidays?” she asked him full of hope. His head shook.
“No Sweetie.”
“Then why is the bag out?” She turned her head from the bag to her father.
“Daddy- Daddy is going on a holiday by himself for a little while.”
“Can I come?”
“Not this time Sweetie.”
“But why? I want to go Daddy!! Please!” Her voice began to break, tears in her eyes started to fall. She didn’t understand why her daddy wasn’t taking her with him.
He looked up, his eyes searching out hers. His face was sad. He grabbed her little hand and held it in his.
“Sweetie, Mummy said that you have to stay here with her.” His voice was ever so soft.
“But I don’t want to stay with Mummy. Mummy’s being mean and yelling at you. I want to go with you!”
Her father slowly stood up, still holding her hand tightly in his. With the other he picked up the grey suitcase and started towards the front door. Passing through the lounge room she noticed her mother, turning her head she burrowed it into her father’s leg, hoping and praying that her Mummy wouldn’t see her.
As they reached the front door she felt her daddy’s hands picking her up and pulling her closer to his chest, he held her tight. She could feel his sobs uniting with her own, they stood there for what seemed like hours but was merely seconds, her father slowly pulled her away from his chest, kissed her on the head and whispered in her ear.
“Always remember that Daddy loves you. ”
As he gently put her on the ground and released his grip on her, she clung to his leg faster then she had ever done before. Soon enough she felt her mother’s hands wrap themselves around her and pick her off the floor, pulling her away from the man she loved so dearly.
As she watched her father walk away her cries became louder and more muffled by the sobbing.
“I waa-nt to go with dad –dy!”
Screaming louder she began kicking her mother, making her mother release the hold on her, running towards the door down the steps and out on the to foot path, falling to the ground crying she watched as her father walked away.
Daddy, daddy, don’t leave,
I’ll do anything to keep you,
Right here with me,
Can’t you see how much I need you.
Daddy, daddy, don’t leave,
Mummy’s saying things she don’t mean,
She don’t know what she’s talking about.
Somebody hear me out.
song: Dj Boonie - Daddy’s Little Girl.
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