Fifty Cent LoveA Story by Kitalia EmmeTrue story, one more wonderful thing about my father.
When I was first venturing from my home and beginning to go on dates my
father gave me 50 cents. He placed this between the lining and the sole
of my shoe. He said it was to remember that I was always his little
girl, and that he would always come if I called him.
I thought this was odd, and reminded him that there were no pay phones, and that I had a cell. He insisted, saying someday I would understand. This happened for two years. I would adventure, go to work, go on dates, all with 50 cents in my shoe. On the day of my wedding I was looking at my shoes, "And a penny for her shoe..." And was offered a Thai coin to hold that place, something I greatly agreed to do. There was no need for the quarters anymore. I was grown and moving away. I had returned the coins to my father the night before after the rehearsal, a tear filled and bitter sweet moment. He didn't say a word, just nodded. The wedding, nothing was said. As we left for the honeymoon, he checked my cell to ensure I had his number in case I needed him. He would come, no matter where we were. About a month later the joy of our vacation had worn off as the economy had tanked, taking our jobs with it. One morning I heard a knock at the door of our apartment. I was surprised when I opened it and found no one was there, so I stepped out and looked around. There, taped to the knocker was a small envelope. My heart sank. I was scared it was from the landlord, so with shaking hands I opened it. There was a one dollar bill, a Hershy's kiss, and a note that read: "I heard that the price of a call has gone up, this should cover it. Have a good day and remember that even though the paper changed your name and a new man is caring for you, I will always come if my little girl needs me. Always have. Always will. Love, Daddy" © 2014 Kitalia Emme |
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2 Reviews Added on November 11, 2014 Last Updated on November 11, 2014 AuthorKitalia EmmeTXAbout***Sorry for my absence. I lost a husband, fought addiction, and came out stronger that ever. I have been sober for 10 months. I am pulling my life together and healing from my loss (No, I wasn't wi.. more..Writing
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