The Inevitable Truth

Based on a true Event.

Today was her first time asking about her father.
"You know, uncle" laying the spoon she was eating with on the table and pushing her untouched plate away as though there was something plugging her mind "I only have a mother, but no father"
Completely taken by her question, I turned my head away from whatever I was doing and I looked at her. Her head was down. Her straight brown hair was falling perfectly on her back. Her arms were laid still on the table.
"Where is my father?" She asked.
Only then she looked at me, her black eyes drilling into mine hoping to find the answer to her question. I could not help but think that I had never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them. How do you explain the loss of someone to a three-year-old? How do you explain to a child the death of their father?
My heart missed an integral piece at her question, a part that kept it from functioning correctly. Every breath after was a struggle. Tears raced my response to the surface, flooding my eyes and spilling down my face. I felt my heart contracting and my chin tremble like a child. I looked towards the window, as if I was being tortured by her eyes. All I could think about was her life flashing before my eyes. The day when she will graduate high school and he will not be there! The day she will have achieved her dream of having the profession she has always wanted, and her father will not be there to hug her and tell her how proud he is of her! Can you imagine the feeling of not being able to share these achievements with the person you want most? Can you imagine not knowing how your father looked in real life? Three years old. Three. Years. Old.
I was swiped back to reality by what sounded like the sobbing of a child echoing against the inner walls of my head. It was her, my little angel. Her dark eyes now flooded by her own tears. She was crying, as if she was plugged to my head and as if she saw everything I was seeing. This was the first time I saw this look in her eyes. I could see loneliness, grief, loss and more vividly of all, devastation. Her hardened ice-cold gaze were clue to their witness. I have seen people cry like that, and in every case it was a transition from a person with hope to one without. I hugged her so tight. Today, a part of me broke too. If she wasn't the same, then neither would I be.

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Powerfully and dramatically portrayed.
A profoundly insightful, decidedly empathetic piece of work.
Meaningful write, Kubi!

[KubiAmine]

Thank you immensely, Sir. This really does mean a lot to me.

[Najam Us Saher]

Very beautifully written. I like the way how you have written that emotion of losing a parent, It was really very heart touching. I liked it.

[KubiAmine]

I thank you very much. Your review really does mean a lot to me.

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome

[matrixmark]

A piece of sadness. You painted a picture of a 3 year year old, innocently looking at her uncle, asking him a heartbreaking question for which he had no answer. I can only imagine what it must feel for the people who actually have to go through this for real, it must beso heartwrenching for them.

The words you used, really concentrated on the emotions. In particular the last paragraph was the one that touched me.

Mark.

[KubiAmine]

Thank you very much, Mark, for the comment. It meant a lot to me. It was hard for me to put what I felt at that mement into words. It was heartbreaking.

[matrixmark]

I applaud you for putting it out there.
It was a definate thought provoking read.

read moreI applaud you for putting it out there.
It was a definate thought provoking read.

Mark.