Daddy Don't Go..A Story by wirte4meThis is a dream I had about my dad. He doesn't live with me because my parents are divorced. I haven't seen him in 7 years. He is technically my grandpa, but he & my grandma adopted me.
It's cold and I am wearing nothing more than a silk night gown. The ground is rough and frozen beneath my bare feet. There is a sudden boom somewhere in the distant wood in which I am walking. I frantically look in every direction. Then there is a big, warm, comforting hand grasping my left and I become calm again. I look up to see my dad grinning from down at me from ear to ear.
"Daddy, where are we?" I ask in my little voice. I seem to be a small child, not my teenage self that I am now in the real world. I look up at him again to find him looking very intently ahead. "Daddy, will you keep me safe? No matter what happens?" I ask, scared again by another thunderous boom. He looks down at me with dark brown eyes. I feel his warm hands begin to grip my small palms tighter. "Lena, no matter what happens, you know I love you," he said looking back out into the darkness. His worry lines I can see even in the dark. There is something out there. Whatever it is, he plans on leaving me to protect me. "Daddy, Whats out there?" I begin to cry and I find myself sobbing in his big belly. "Lena, I have to go now. I love you," He said slowly lifting his hand from mine. I fall to my knees and find that I am scrambling around to look for his warm hands again. "DADDY!" I cry out. "Daddy, come back!" From a distance I hear a faint "I love you" from him. "Daddy, I love you!" Silence. "Daddy!" Again, no sound except for another, even louder, boom. I am now on the ground having difficulty breathing between sobs. "Daddy," I whisper to the ground, "Don't go..." © 2010 wirte4meReviews
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