Withered Flowers
“It’s my girl’s birthday tonight and I’m going to meet her”
I just couldn’t believe that it’s been a year since I have seen her. Time has passed so soon that it’s already her birthday.
I hurried into the dressing room and put on the dress that I wore last time I saw her so that I can tell that I haven’t forgotten her. I took my car keys and left the empty house.
I picked up a bouquet of her favourite red roses from the nearby shop and started in my car to see her. As I was crossing the park, I remembered, she and I would sit on that bench and have chocolates. She would then look at me with those compassionate eyes, her face almost covered with chocolate and smiles. I would feel like the luckiest man in the world for having her in my life.
Last year, same day, She was sitting just beside me in this car, telling me she would want to become a doctor. My eyes was filled with pride to see how she had grown up into a fine girl.
We reached her school. When she was about to get off the car, I held her hand and placed her mom’s pen. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. She then hugged me and said those beautiful words “I love you , Dad” and left. Her walking away from me was the last memory I have of her.
I thought “It’s almost time to meet her” and stepped on the accelerator and sped fast through the road.
“BOOM”
The next day, the newspaper headline read,
Grieving father kills alleged pedophile who killed his daughter in a suicide car crash
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