Daddy's Little Girl
"No." Two letter word that i never heard from the man that was there to see me take my first breath into the world.
"Daddy, can you carry me?"
"Daddy, can you buy us that?"
"Daddy, can we go out to get ice-cream?"
A three letter word always followed: "Yes"
I never realized the privilege i had of having a rainbow without th need of a storm. I guess i thought all dads were supposed to be that way and just took him for granted like we take the light we receive from the rays of the sun and all of natures glories.
Two weeks after my twelfth birthday, i asked him for something and a two letter word followed ... "No."
I felt as if the electricity that maked the blood run from my heart through my veins got cut off! I couldn't belive it, refused to accept it, swore i hated him, and locked the doors to my heart.
In my room i hoped we would eventually change his mind so i decided to change into a new outfit anyways. I looked over the window to check if the blinds were closd but instead saw a man holding a gun in uniform, his uniform read S.W.A.T. I heard loud commotions and various orders being yelled all over the house. I came out of my room and couldn't feel the floor, couldn't smell lunch, cause all i could see was my father handcuffed on the floor. Tears rushed down his face as they rushed down mine and he pleaded "Perdoname hija.. Porfavor nunca te olvides de cuanto te quiero!"
I couldnt accept the reality, my father was being taken away from me like a new born animal from his mother, unable to do anything about it. I then started to regrett every second i spend mad at him. why couldn't i have instead told him:
"Daddy, i understand."
"Daddy, i love you."
"Daddy, don't ever go."
Spend every moment you have like it's your last with the people you love because life can hit you like a meteor crashing down into a garden leaving nothing behind but a single white rose, hope.
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