Daddy Come Home
“Daddy, when are you coming home?”
the young girl asked.
“Sweetheart, daddy’s on his way
home now. I’ll be there, with you, as soon as I can” said the hopelessly tired
man.
“But please daddy, I miss you so
much. I keep dreaming I’ve forgotten your face. Why can’t you be home NOW?”
His voice caught in his throat and tears
started rolling down his cheeks. “My baby, my beautiful daughter,” he sobbed,
“I’m so sorry I can’t be there to hold you, to squeeze you in my arms, to kiss
you goodnight. But please, baby, please listen to me. I am coming home to you.
Soon.” It took almost all he had to keep himself from completely breaking down.
“Ok daddy, I understand. I miss
you. Be safe. I love you.”
“I love you too my sweet daughter.”
Ending the call, the man sunk to
his knees, weeping deeply; not caring who heard or saw. Choking on his tears, he
hoped and prayed what he had promised his little girl was true.
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