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I don’t want to lose her. She probably doesn’t know about Ed. Shot by some punk in London while he was walking back to his dorm. I just don’t want to lose her.
Red light signals a stop. I have a gallon of ice cream in the passenger’s seat. One hundred thousand in my wallet, down payment for that school in the Netherlands. I hope she’ll forgive me. I guess I can let go of her. She’s old enough. The ice cream is melting.
***
I slammed the door.
I’m out of the fight. All the screaming has taken a toll on me. I just cry on my pillow and wait for the pain to subside.
I just don’t get why he won’t let me go. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime.
Although, Dad did decide to stay here for me. We kept moving and I just wanted something stable.
The thought makes me cry harder.
Green light. Slight pressure on the gas pedal. Slow motion. A bright light by my left. Someone didn’t stop at the red light.
Maybe it’s my turn to think of Dad. Maybe it’s okay if I stay here for another year. It won’t be that bad. I should make it up to Dad.
The truck’s coming my way. I just don’t want to lose her.
I’ll call the school...
The ice cream is melting.
I’m sorry Dad.
I’m sorry Jannah. ● by Rouge
Literary: Rewind
We fought again. Me and my daughter. It wasn’t much of a fight really. It was mostly her, shouting. My baby girl, shouting at me because I wouldn’t let her go to that school in Amsterdam.I don’t want to lose her. She probably doesn’t know about Ed. Shot by some punk in London while he was walking back to his dorm. I just don’t want to lose her.
Red light signals a stop. I have a gallon of ice cream in the passenger’s seat. One hundred thousand in my wallet, down payment for that school in the Netherlands. I hope she’ll forgive me. I guess I can let go of her. She’s old enough. The ice cream is melting.
***
I slammed the door.
I’m out of the fight. All the screaming has taken a toll on me. I just cry on my pillow and wait for the pain to subside.
I just don’t get why he won’t let me go. It’s the opportunity of a lifetime.
Although, Dad did decide to stay here for me. We kept moving and I just wanted something stable.
The thought makes me cry harder.
Green light. Slight pressure on the gas pedal. Slow motion. A bright light by my left. Someone didn’t stop at the red light.
Maybe it’s my turn to think of Dad. Maybe it’s okay if I stay here for another year. It won’t be that bad. I should make it up to Dad.
The truck’s coming my way. I just don’t want to lose her.
I’ll call the school...
The ice cream is melting.
I’m sorry Dad.
I’m sorry Jannah. ● by Rouge
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