What would
you do if God was to give you just one more chance to spend some time with your
supposedly dead beloved?
It may sound
unbelievable but not impossible.
Meet
Hannah, the girl who got her wish to be with her late daddy, for the first and
the last time in her life.
She is the girl who knows it is not that impossible.
And this is
her story.
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“Don’t go, daddy. Stay with me,
daddy. God, please, just one more minute. Just one more minute, please. Not
again. Not this time. No. Please. Daddy, wait –“
The girl in her pleaded as though
there were no more tomorrow. Maybe for her, there were not. Her hands were
still shaking as she tried hard to digest the bitter truth. She wiped her tears
with her sleeves as she realized the moment granted for her had ended. The
man’s scent still lingered in her mind, challenging her tear ducts.
Hannah looked at the empty space
in front of her. The past hours seemed so short now, she thought. She felt a
warm rush trying to escape from her eyes. She blinked hard in hope the tear
ducts lost the battle. She stood there, eyes still closed in an effort to get
rid of the memories. Her whole body felt like jelly - wobbly and ready to
collapse - as she fought her emotions weakly. For a second, she thought she got
her wish to have her daddy back. She got it alright. But just for that hours.
The damp broke. Tears came
rolling down her cheeks. She lost it and fell to the ground.
With her eyes closed, her mind
traveled back in time.
***
The wind blew exceptionally soft
tonight. No twinkling stars hanging from the dark night sky. It was just dark
and still. She was driving on the road alone. She did not know where to go. She
thought she just needed some escapism. The failure - her failure - is
asphyxiation to her that choked every tiny bits of possible happiness that she
could have in her life. Running away was what a coward would do. She did not
care. She was not at her best mind. Her whole life had been in ruins. She
thought of the moments when she felt so alone in this world when the truth is
she had her family and friends. Sparkling tears came rolling down her
wind-beaten cheeks. That was not enough, she thought. Not enough. Never enough.
Her victories were not celebrated
with him around. When she got excellent grades in those finals or when she was
sent to a boarding school or when she was accepted into the college, he was not
there with her. “He would never attend my wedding, would never see my husband’s
face, and would never see my first child,” she thought. All her special days
would pass without him in presence, without him within her reach. Her mind was
miserable. She wanted him back.
She sped faster. So fast that she
did not notice she had accidentally drove on the wrong side of the traffic and
suddenly, she was lying at the side of the road, head covered with gushing red
blood, unable to move, alone with no one to help. The dark sky roared. Droplets
of rain started to fall on her pained body. Each droplet seemed to cut her
wounds deeper as she tried to scream. She knew her effort was pointless.
She felt like a total loser. She
felt like going away for good. “Perfect,” she thought. She could lose it all
now and escape - really escape this time - from the life that she thought had
been such a hell to her. Her chest stopped moving up and down from heavy
breathing. Her eye lids started to close little by little. She did not want to
fight. She wanted to lose. She wanted to be gone. Suddenly, another thunder
clapped. The angry, roaring sound woke Hannah’s sleeping soul up with a shocking
jolt. That was when she heard a voice.
“Little angel, Daddy’s here for
you,” the soft voice whispered in her ears.
That voice, soft and calming,
which she had been missing for years, was the most delightful sound she had
ever heard. It was like cooling, hydrating rain droplets on a warm, cracked
desert. And she recognized that voice very well. Could it really be him?
... to be continued!
