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What was she doing there. He couldn't help but wonder. Too many questions. Yet he had answers to none. The more he thought he was closer, the answers evaded him and he was left back miles yonder. Aah! He felt like a little kid pacing around to catch the butterflies. In pursuit of happiness of holding it to himself, happiness of feeling those colors on his fingers. Fruitless. He but loved the chase.
He wanted her to be here. Hold hands with him. And he wanted to show off her to the world. Every weekend he made plans. Invited friends. Maybe she needed company. But she preferred being with herself. Lost in a world of thoughts he could never decipher.
She stood there watching the sun set. Waves ebbed in and around her. Her tender self silhouetted against the dusky sky. Was it her fault that she wanted him all to herself. Her toes kept writing Papa on the sands. Each time but to get washed away.
Raising a daughter alone wasn't easy He sighed. Still glistened beams of hope.
"I know he will understand me someday." Spoke Her heart.