Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Bristow (damn, if I could get my claws on
him,.), Sydney or any other person of Alias. But if you sell them please
tell me!
...The little girl cried. She missed her mom, she missed her daddy. She knew that her mom was dead and that she would not come back. But she did not know where her daddy was and if he would return. A few days after her mom had died in a car accident, her daddy said goodbye to her. He said that he had to go to another business trip. But she knew that he lied. It was different this time, she could see it in the way he acted. He did not know if he would come back. Then he had gone. That was five months ago. And the little girl cried, because her daddy, the only person she still had, was not here and she missed him. .
.The little girl cried. Her daddy had come back a few weeks ago. But he had changed. He was even less often at home as before, but that was not what she meant. He was different, in some way he was not her daddy any longer. Her daddy had worked a lot, but he also stayed at home and played with her and brought her ice cream. But this man seemed only to work. If he was at home with her, he was at distance and out of reach. This evening she had embraced this man in her small arms, but he had not reacted. Well actually he had but not in the way she would have thought. This man pulled away, stood up and left the room. She had run into her room and fallen onto her bed. She did not like this man. And the little girl cried, because her daddy, how he was before he became this man, was not here and she missed him. .
. The young woman cried. She stood at the grave of her father. Around her there stood people who pretended to have known him - family (bitch), friends (betrayer),. They lied.they had not known him at all. She had learned, she understood what the little girl had not understood. She had learned to look deeper and see more. And she knew, that whatever type of relationship they had had in the past, what she felt now was plain and simple. The little girl she once had been seemed so far away. She could not understand the little girl anymore, for she had thought so different and so much more complicated. And the young woman cried, because her father was not here and she missed him. .
Author's note: Be nice and leave a review for a desperate girl, will you?
...The little girl cried. She missed her mom, she missed her daddy. She knew that her mom was dead and that she would not come back. But she did not know where her daddy was and if he would return. A few days after her mom had died in a car accident, her daddy said goodbye to her. He said that he had to go to another business trip. But she knew that he lied. It was different this time, she could see it in the way he acted. He did not know if he would come back. Then he had gone. That was five months ago. And the little girl cried, because her daddy, the only person she still had, was not here and she missed him. .
.The little girl cried. Her daddy had come back a few weeks ago. But he had changed. He was even less often at home as before, but that was not what she meant. He was different, in some way he was not her daddy any longer. Her daddy had worked a lot, but he also stayed at home and played with her and brought her ice cream. But this man seemed only to work. If he was at home with her, he was at distance and out of reach. This evening she had embraced this man in her small arms, but he had not reacted. Well actually he had but not in the way she would have thought. This man pulled away, stood up and left the room. She had run into her room and fallen onto her bed. She did not like this man. And the little girl cried, because her daddy, how he was before he became this man, was not here and she missed him. .
. The young woman cried. She stood at the grave of her father. Around her there stood people who pretended to have known him - family (bitch), friends (betrayer),. They lied.they had not known him at all. She had learned, she understood what the little girl had not understood. She had learned to look deeper and see more. And she knew, that whatever type of relationship they had had in the past, what she felt now was plain and simple. The little girl she once had been seemed so far away. She could not understand the little girl anymore, for she had thought so different and so much more complicated. And the young woman cried, because her father was not here and she missed him. .
Author's note: Be nice and leave a review for a desperate girl, will you?