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Every time you do something new, I see a piece of you in me. The way you brush your long blonde hair, the way you laugh as your father makes his faces. Even the way you cry brings tears of unison from my eyes.
Your father sees it too, and I almost feel guilty that he can’t share what we have. But our bond is very special. You shared my heart and shared my soul. Now you have your own, but we will forever have that connection.
I worry that one day we will drift apart, like families often do. I pray your teenage years are far away. It seems impossible you will ever be that old. But I know it will come, with all the turmoil a teenage daughter can bring. Still, for now we are here and you are still young. I offer a prayer that these moments will last me an eternity.
And yet, now I must walk away. Your tears are like bitter daggers piercing my heart, but I cannot stay here. I know that you will understand why I have to do this. One day you will come to accept it too, I have no doubt, but it doesn’t help me feel any better.
Our close bond is broken by my parting, but I know it will be mended soon. Until then, I count the hours until I return and as you look up to see me, I feel the stare linking us again. You leave your friends at the play group and rush over to be held in my arms, the soul connection returned.
Your father sees it too, and I almost feel guilty that he can’t share what we have. But our bond is very special. You shared my heart and shared my soul. Now you have your own, but we will forever have that connection.
I worry that one day we will drift apart, like families often do. I pray your teenage years are far away. It seems impossible you will ever be that old. But I know it will come, with all the turmoil a teenage daughter can bring. Still, for now we are here and you are still young. I offer a prayer that these moments will last me an eternity.
And yet, now I must walk away. Your tears are like bitter daggers piercing my heart, but I cannot stay here. I know that you will understand why I have to do this. One day you will come to accept it too, I have no doubt, but it doesn’t help me feel any better.
Our close bond is broken by my parting, but I know it will be mended soon. Until then, I count the hours until I return and as you look up to see me, I feel the stare linking us again. You leave your friends at the play group and rush over to be held in my arms, the soul connection returned.
Ah - I wondered where it was going as daughters tend to have a stronger link with their fathers. Nicely done :)
Is your daugher blonde? Only asked 'cos this is the second story in a row I've read with a blonde in it. Just wondered where all the brunettes went.
Is your daugher blonde? Only asked 'cos this is the second story in a row I've read with a blonde in it. Just wondered where all the brunettes went.
You're a father, pb? Erm, congratulations, although they may be way overdue :)
So, yeah, about the story. I didn't think at all about this angle of looking at it. Exquisite is all I can say, really.
So, yeah, about the story. I didn't think at all about this angle of looking at it. Exquisite is all I can say, really.
That's so sweet.
Short and Sweet. I like!
Short and Sweet. I like!
Beautiful.
Just absolutely beautiful.
I am in no doubt that this comes with having the experience of being a father, but you just put it into words so well.
Just absolutely beautiful.
I am in no doubt that this comes with having the experience of being a father, but you just put it into words so well.
Every time you do something new, I see a piece of you in me. The way you brush your long blonde hair, the way you laugh as your father makes his faces. Even the way you cry brings tears of unison from my eyes.
Your father sees it too, and I almost feel guilty that he can’t share what we have. But our bond is very special. You shared my heart and shared my soul. Now you have your own, but we will forever have that connection.
I worry that one day we will drift apart, like families often do. I pray your teenage years are far away. It seems impossible you will ever be that old. But I know it will come, with all the turmoil a teenage daughter can bring. Still, for now we are here and you are still young. I offer a prayer that these moments will last me an eternity.
And yet, now I must walk away. Your tears are like bitter daggers piercing my heart, but I cannot stay here. I know that you will understand why I have to do this. One day you will come to accept it too, I have no doubt, but it doesn’t help me feel any better.
Our close bond is broken by my parting, but I know it will be mended soon. Until then, I count the hours until I return and as you look up to see me, I feel the stare linking us again. You leave your friends at the play group and rush over to be held in my arms, the soul connection returned.
Your father sees it too, and I almost feel guilty that he can’t share what we have. But our bond is very special. You shared my heart and shared my soul. Now you have your own, but we will forever have that connection.
I worry that one day we will drift apart, like families often do. I pray your teenage years are far away. It seems impossible you will ever be that old. But I know it will come, with all the turmoil a teenage daughter can bring. Still, for now we are here and you are still young. I offer a prayer that these moments will last me an eternity.
And yet, now I must walk away. Your tears are like bitter daggers piercing my heart, but I cannot stay here. I know that you will understand why I have to do this. One day you will come to accept it too, I have no doubt, but it doesn’t help me feel any better.
Our close bond is broken by my parting, but I know it will be mended soon. Until then, I count the hours until I return and as you look up to see me, I feel the stare linking us again. You leave your friends at the play group and rush over to be held in my arms, the soul connection returned.