A girl and her father

I was sitting at my usual place when a girl came to me and started to share her story. she is only seven and newly transffered to my school.A pretty small girl with bright eyes and neat appearence.

I was busy at that moment so I paid less attention to her . she kept on talking. I just nodding my head without looking.

Then it was silenced. I turned my head and saw, this little girl was staring at me. Through her eyes, she stole my attention.

"Sir, my father is coming home, tonight." It puzzled me.
I realised she was talking about her father. Little did I know, she is staying with her grandmother who is taking care of her needs.

I put my pen and started paying my undivided attention to her. She continued sharing her happiness.

It reflected my memories. Thinking about my father who passed away 12 years ago. His face, I hardly remembered and his smile I hardy seen.

I saw myself in her but in a different situation. She was so anxious for her father coming home whereby when I was at her age.... 33 years ago.. I did the same... Waiting for my father who did not knock the door until he met his fate.

I blamed him not. It was written on the wall and he left me less to be remembered.