I don't own nothing just little Sarai. I hope you will like this story. I will add more chapter, if you like it.
Where is my ima?
For the first time, my daughter Sarai asked, when we were in the park and there were a lot of happy families. We were sitting on the bench, when she asked:"Where is my ima?" I just looked at my five years old daughter, I looked to her deep green eyes and I said:"She isn't here for some reason, honey. I'll tell you later. Now go and play with your friends." She nodded and ran of to play with her friends. Sarai is incredibly cute girl, her big green eyes and long wavy dark brown hair just fit her perfectly. She was also very talented, she could dance, just a month ago I signed up her ballet lessons, she also sang beautifully, had a wonderful childlike voice full of innocence. Also, for it was incredibly easy to learn a foreign language. She already was fluent in Hebrew, English and Italian, and she managed to basic French and Spanish. The only downside to being dominated so many languages was that she often wove, especially when it came to any idiom. In that, she was perfectly similar to her mother. Almost everything about her reminded me her mother. It's been four years and I still can not forget her.
She was fantastic and the most beautiful women I ever met. She was clever and funny. And she was also great mother. We were happy married for almost three years. But then suddenly, just one day after our daughter's first birthday, she left. When I woke up, I found just a letter, who said, that she had to left. Also she ordered me to take care about our daughter and give her all my love, because she will need it. Of course that I was looking for her, but I also knew, that if she didn't want to be found, so I could not found her. So I just took care about our daughter Sarai and I hoped that she will come back one day.
For the second time, Sarai asked, when she was going to bed. She looked at me sadly, when I told her, that it's time to go to bed. But she accepted it and hugged me. I kissed her on hers forehead and then I laid her down to her bed. She said, that she cannot sleep, so I started to sing her a lullaby. It was the one, which her mother used to sing to her, when she was younger. Sarai felt to sleep soon and I also go to bed, but that night I cannot sleep. I had a full head of her, of my wife. She left, but we never divorced, so she was still my wife.
She did not ask the following week, mainly because we had a case and she stayed the night at Abby. She did not ask me, but she began to ask questions of others. The first who came to me was Abby. She said that Sarai asked her about her mother and she was very sad when Abby told her that she must ask me, just because I know the whole story. Yes everyone else thinks, I know the whole story, but I do not know. she walked away and said nothing. But others, I said that she had to go back to Israel, because it is there called her father, I did not want them to think about her, that just left your daughter. But the truth is that I did not know why she left.
I knew that soon I would have to say Sarai why her mother left, but the worst part was that I did not know myself. I could not just tell her that her mother left and did not care about her. I could not tell anyone and I was mad at myself because I was beginning to think that she did exactly that. But no, I don't wanted to believe it. She was amazing and I still love her. I have to tell our daughter about her mother. About my wife, about my Ziva.
Ima- means mom in Hebrew
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