Little girl lost

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Awoken by screaming and crying, the little girl huddled deeper below the blankets of the little single bed she was sleeping in.

Her friend was lying next to her, shivering. They held each other, too scared to move, for what seemed like hours.

A loud crash, startled them, followed by the door opening, light streaming in. There she was, a beautiful mum crying, “darling get up”, we have to go, the words were broken through her sobs

The little girl jumped out of bed, dressed quickly, rubbing her eyes, in confusion or was it the brightness of the light, she didn’t know. She did as her mum said.

She took her mums hand, they walked into the warm night. It was such a long walk for a little girl. She wondered but did not ask out loud “where is my dad and our green car”. Her mum was so sad, they didn’t talk.

The heartbroken mum tucked her little girl into bed, left the room and sat in the lounge. The little girl could hear her sobs. Please Mum don’t cry she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

At 7 years old she was unaware of the events that had taken place that night.

Her mum was her world and her pain cut deep. Why was her mummy so sad, she did not understand her pain, even after her Mum explained that her daddy had left her to live far faraway with her best friends mum.

The little girl thought this was a good thing. It meant she didn’t have to be scared anymore, it meant she could now sleep with her mum. The childs father was very strict. He never hurt her but he ruled his house with an iron fist. She was nervous when he was home, which thankfully was not often. He did love his daughter, but he didn’t really like children and it showed.

Excited to be returning to school after having a day off, she was full of news. She stood proudly in front of her class at show and tell. “My daddy went to live with my friends mummy”

The teachers mouth dropped, shocked at what she heard and filled with sadness for the Childs mother. She took the girl aside, she cuddled her and asked, “are you alright dear? Yes Yes she innocently replied.

“I can now sleep with my mum”

The girl found out many years later, that the teacher had rang her mum and told her of her daughters statement.

The mother was sad for a very long time.

Many years later, I am saddened for that 7 year old girl, not sad that her dad had left her. Sad that she never missed him as a child. I am sad that while he was in his faraway life, living a comfortable life, some would say in luxury, he was childless and always ready for a party. I wondered, had he thought about his wife and the little girl he left behind? Did he wonder how many hours a week that mother had to work to support his child.

In his new life faraway, did he wonder what his little girl was doing, what she looked like. Did he wonder what affect he had had on his daughter?

Did he not realize that she grew up not knowing what it was like to have a father or to sit on her daddy’s knee. He didn’t know that a father was supposed to be a little girls first love. Did he know that as a child, she never missed him.

As an adult, only then did it affect her, she realized her daddy didn’t love her enough to stay. As an adult, she realized how much not having her dad affected her. It was then and only then in her adult world, she cried. She still cries.

He was to busy living his new life far far faraway.

He missed out on a wonderful life with a most beautiful woman. A life with his wife and his little daughter.

He lived too faraway and that little girl never did see her dad while she was a child. She has never forgotten how he made her feel, she has never forgotten that night, but, she has always been thankful for the beautiful gift he gave her, her mother.

She is no longer a little girl and she did see him again, but that is a whole other story

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