Anoro
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Her father had never been there for her. He just limited himself to help her without the media noticing – he was the governor, for crying out loud, he had no time for his daughter. He had to take care of the state.
Sara sighed deeply and rubbed her eyes. She was so tired. Out of nowhere, she remembered the paper flower Michael had gave her a long time ago. It wasn't a long time ago, she thought, it was merely a few weeks ago.
The dazed her. Only a few weeks had passed; it seemed much longer.
Michael had given her the paper origami because her father had sent her flowers, beautiful flowers for her birthday, but he hadn't showed up. His father couldn't even call her the day of her only daughter's birthday. Michael's present was nice, and she could keep it, knowing that it wouldn't die, or grow old, like his father's surely would.
A con had made her a better present that her father ever did. She laughed bitterly at the thought, and shooked her head.
Unbelievable.
She could fill her eyes watering, and a low, mournfoul gasp escaped her lips. She hated herself for being so weak. Angrily, she hits the wall with her hands trying to take away the pain and desperation.
However much her father hadn't been there for her, it was better having him in her life that way than not having him at all.
She can still see him hanging from the rope every minute of the day.
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