So daddy saw me laying on bed & I don't know how he got to understand I am dying... I really don't know, because I love beds so it's hard to figure out when I am sad or just tired.
Honey, wash the dishes. He says while sit down on the couch.
I already did. While laying face down on bed.
What hurts you? He asked and I wanted to say “My heart hurts, dad. I have a terrible heartache I am trying to live with, since I gave my heart to a sweet human that I can't always have around” But I couldn't... How could I tell my dad his baby girl was having a broken heart?
Nothing hurts.
But my head hurts, can you give me a pill?
Sure.
So I went to the kitchen and get the pill for headaches we use to take, put some water in a glass and gave it all to him, he took it. Then I hugged him & kissed him saying him how much I love him & he caressed my arm & said he loves me back & he said I am his baby girl & I felt so much like crying...
Minutes ago I was thinking about calling granny and telling her how much it hurts & how deep is the wound but I didn't dare to do it, at the end I knew she'd console me but also give me that one advice I hate getting from anyone, so I held in.
It's weird how daddy woke up to tell me what he did, it's strange how he can always tell when I am dying, without saying the clear reason, he always get to say some phrase or some gesture that would make me feel beloved & warm even through all my hatred and coldness.
I couldn't ever get to thank my daddy enough for being the best dad of the whole world.
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