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"Dad?" I ask quietly. For some reason, I don't find it hard to believe that this man could be my father. Maybe it's because I never felt fully loved by my parents. I never felt that connection with them that the other kids had. Or maybe it's because I would often walk in on them whispering, and they would abruptly stop. Maybe because last night, instead of goodnight, my parents and older brothers said goodbye.
Most of all, I think it's because of the flood of suppressed memories. A man and women, leaving Sara on the doorstep when I was three. The same couple, coming in the house to talk to mom and dad when I was supposed to be asleep. They start to come faster. Little gifts left in my room, with no giver name. Unidentified birthday presents. And a vague, half asleep memory of them coming into my room at night once, and lightly kissing my forehead. I heard them sob as they left, and felt the woman's tears on my cheek.
I had forgotten it by morning.

This time I cry it out, tears slipping down my cheeks. "Dad!" I run up and embrace him, and he strokes my hair.
"It's okay, baby. It's okay. Im gonna make it all okay."
I look up into his face. "I can't believe it was you. After all this time, it was you."

Reviews

[Ashley Camden]

Oh my gracious. dear. This was a really great story. I almost thought it was real yet it seemed too much like Hunger Games or Divergent... Brilliant story line and you never left topic of went off on a tangent. With more detail and description this could be a highly desired piece. Just saying. I want to hear more!

[Eliza Jones]

Thank you! Yeah, I do read a TON of dystopias, and hunger games and divergent are my favorites. They tend to bleed into my writing. I also struggle with description sometime.... well, a lot of times. Thank you! Im glad you liked it.

[Ashley Camden]

I'm reading Divergent right now and it's interesting. Hunger Games is a little harder to swallow at the moment.