This is my first story. I won't beg people to read it; I just wanted to write this. I only own The main character and her father.
"Daddy, please don't leave me," I sobbed ",I'm sorry for whatever I did. I won't ever do it again." As I looked up at my father, all I could see was sorrow in his light brown eyes. His expression was tight and pained. I had never seen someone so serious.
"You'll understand when your older," He threw a small backpack on the ground, "Take this; It has everything you need to survive." With that statement, he disappeared.
"Daddy, please come back! I'll read better, I'll listen to you more and I'll sit still for once," I yelled. I slowly fell to the ground and curled up into a ball. As the sobs racked my body, I couldn't help but wonder what I did. Was it because I ate all the ice cream? Did I flaunt my academic achievements too much? Was I just...a bad daughter? Did my papa stop loving me? Did Daddy think I stopped loving him?
"Papá... I love you."