Angel was exhausted. She didn't think she was sick, but she was happy to be home, even if it were so late on Black Friday.
Not a noise at her Dad's place so she carefully dropped her carryall and lightly danced out of her jeans and pullover sweater and got into bed in a dark room. It was warm and cozy and she was too tired to think twice. She was off in dreamland instantly.
Naturally, it was a dream about going to her Dad's as a kid. His Christmas tree was lit all year, waiting for her, but those days were over. She was too old to celebrate Christmas any day now. Still, he would leave her little packages to unwrap over the years. They were little things like bracelets, playful figurines, and charms that made her smile.
Yes, her dad knew how to treat a princess. Although, she never thought of herself as one. She'd grown up a good portion of her life with her mother's mother who wouldn't dare let her be a princess. From an early age, she'd been taught to be on time, to work hard, to keep going no matter how her luck might turn out.
Of course, she wept in her sleep wishing she could have spent more of that time with her father, but it never turned out that way. She could visit on certain occasions. Usually, two weeks out of the year, and then she went back to what seemed like factory hours. After all, she was her mother's daughter and since she wasn't here it was her duty to help with her overbearing grandmother. But those days had passed and she went to college and managed a nursing degree. Although, a good portion of it started in nursing homes, and sometimes she would go back and help out when needed.
She'd been in children's hospitals, emergency rooms and now it was so much full of devastation. She didn't know if she could take it anymore. If only there was a way to make it stop. If only her Dad might say, "Hey, Angel why don't you take a break."
But she knew he wouldn't. She knew he thought she was so much better than him and it broke her heart that he was this way. If only she could think of something else. There was so much she wanted to do, but it felt like faded memories now. She'd hate for him to think she was an awful person. But the fact was she wasn't even sure who she was these days.
Genial capítulo y hay que ver que pasa. Te mando un beso
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ReplyDeleteGetting lost is much worse than losing someone. I loved the chapter.
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I love this chapter Ellie!
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ReplyDeletesad that "she wasn't even sure who she was these days."....
ReplyDeleteEstas crises de identidade sempre aparecem, mais cedo ou mais tarde...apesar de triste é sempre bom lembrar de pessoas que um dia nos fizeram felizes...como a Angel lembra do pai.
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My heart is breaking for her.
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