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Monday, April 22, 2013

I am still my father’s little child




“Are you willing to tell this for daddy?”


This is the worst things. I am only 17 years, it’s hard to tell mother that I have a baby, and personally told the story to my father is impossible. My dad has always been an inexhaustible source of courage. He was always proud of me, and I always try to make him proud in a way of life until this happened. Now, everything will be destroyed. I'm no longer daddy's little girl, he would not re-use the same kind of attitude towards me. I sighed in frustration, leaning on mother's body for comfort.


“When I told the story to your father, I have to take you to somewhere else. You know that is why.”


“Yes, mom, because he would not like to watch me, that is the reason.”


That night, I stay with the church clergy, Lu. At that time, he is the only person that makes me feel comfortable. When mother returned home and phoned me that my father still at work, and Lu priest advised me in my side to comfort me.


All of this is so unreal. At that time, stay with a people who will not judge me is so comfortable for me. We pray, talk, I began to accept and understand the road in front of me. Then I saw the car from the window lights.


Mother take me home and I know my father could be with her. I was so scared. I ran out of the living room and rushed into the little bathroom, closed the door and locked it. 


Lu priests followed behind me softly rebuked me: "girl, you cannot do that, sooner or later you have to face him. Without you, he will not go home. Do not, out of it." "Well, but you are willing to stay with me? I'm afraid. "


“Of course, my girl.”


I opened the door, and slowly returned to the living room along with Lu priest. Mom and dad have not yet come. I think they are sitting in the car to give dad a little time to prepare, so when he saw me knew what to do or say. Mom knew how much I fear. I am not afraid my father would yell at me or to my rage, I am afraid of is showing in his eyes to the tragedy.


They are back. I hid behind the priest in the Lu. Mother hung Lu and her eyes are soaked in tears and some swelling. She did not cry in front of me. Then, I saw my father. He stood there; he did not even shake hands with Lu priest, only when passing from his side and nodded to him. He came up to me with his strong arm crowd in my arms, holds me tight and whispered in my ear, "I love you! I love you; I also will love your baby. "He did not cry, but I feel that he was shaking. I knew he was struggling to control his feeling, and I therefore am proud of him and thank him. I saw in his eyes the light of love and pride. Even in that difficult time, he love me and proud of me.


“I am sorry daddy but I love you, very.”


I am still daddy’s little girl. In this spirit armed with weapons, the world that I cannot climb the mountain, not I cannot stand the rain.

Thank you, dad.

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