Kwart over zeven op zondagmorgen
Hoor ik een stem die heel zachtjes aan me vraagt
Ben je al wakker pap?
Kom je gezellig mee naar beneden?
Moet je straks werken of ben je vrij vandaag?
En ga je dan even met mij op stap?
Carlisle watched his little angel, Tohru as she performed her duty as host perfectly.
He came to see his 2nd granddaughter who was a few days old. She looked like Tohru when Tohru was born. Melancholy washed over him and he closed his eyes and thought of the time she first came to live with him; she was only three by then and recently lost her father. She was so brave and took care of Kyoko who was his half sister until Esme and he came to Japan to save both of them.
On Sundays she always came to wake him up and ask if he was already awake.
The question he always heard and reminded him of his other daughter Alice was if he wanted to go downstairs to have breakfast with her, Esme and Kyoko.
She always informed if he had to go to the hospital or if he had the day off. When he told her that he'd stay home her eyes always sparkled with happiness and she asked sweetly if he wanted to go to the park with her.
Ooooh wat gaat de tijd toch snel
Gisteren nog zag ik haar voor het eerst
Lag ze hier in m'n armen
Wat is ze mooi
En wat staat de tijd haar goed
Ik knipper m'n ogen en zie hoe ze steeds
Weer een beetje veranderd is
Maar hoe groot ze ook mag zijn
In mijn ogen blijft ze altijd klein
"Oh how I regret the hands of time on this field," Carlisle sighed. It was like yesterday he held Alice in his arms and now she's in college. It seemed like yesterday he became uncle holding his only niece in his arms as she was only a few days old and congratulated Katsuya with his daughter assuring him that there would not be a greater joy than being a parent. "My sweet princess, my little Alice is such a grown up beauty now and Tohru is following her example. First year in high school now," he sighed. "It's like every time I blink Tohru grew a bit more and changed from the girl I knew just a blink ago but it doesn't matter how much she changes she'll always be the little girl I took as my own and no time can change that," he told Esme once when they were watching Tohru make her homework.
Kwart over zeven op zondagmorgen
Hoor ik de voordeur heel zachtjes open gaan
En val ik gerust in slaap
Ze is thuis
Ik was haar veel liever op gaan halen
Maar ze had me gevraagd of ik er niet wilde gaan staan
Ze vind nu inmiddels haar weg naar huis
It's a quarter past seven on Sunday morning and Carlisle heard the familiar crack of the front door. He sighed relieved and fell asleep knowing his little girl was home.
He preferred to pick her up from her first ball that was given for her best friend Hana who turned eighteen but she begged him to stay home because there was a boy there named Yuki Sohma and she had a crush on him and he'd walk her home.
En oooh wat gaat de tijd toch snel
Gisteren nog zag ik haar voor het eerst
Lag ze hier in m'n armen
Wat is ze mooi
Wat staat de tijd haar goed
Ik knipper m'n ogen en zie hoe ze steeds
Weer een beetje veranderd is
Maar hoe groot ze ook mag zijn
In mij ogen blijft ze altijd klein
Time goes by so quickly that it scared C. It was like it was yesterday that his little rebellious sister became mother and he godfather of the most beautiful baby girl beside his Alice. Tohru becomes more pretty every day but to me she'll always be the little girl who took so great care of her mother, the little girl who filled the house with laughter and cheered Alice, who was sad that her brothers moved out, up.
Wanneer ik m'n ogen sluit
Lopen we samen op het strand
Haar handje in de mijne
En dan...
Zet ze de tijd even stil
Is het weer even net als toen
En heeft ze mij weer nodig
Ik hou haar vast
Zoals ze was
Ik hou haar vast
Carlisle sighed deep as he relaxed a minute from his paperwork and closed his eyes.
He saw himself walking with Tohru on the beach holding her small hand as she giggled when the waves rolled over her feet. "If I could only stop the hands of time and then it would be like before," he whispered. "The time she still needed me and then it is like she needs me again. I can hold her like she was when she was three." he saw three years old Tohru again and held on tight to her but her image disappeared and Carlisle realized he was daydreaming.
Kwart over zeven op zondagmorgen
Hoort ze mijn stem die haar zachtjes wakker maakt
Vandaag is je grote dag
The same time as Tohru always woke her godfather up on Sundays he wake her up on that important Sunday. Wake up my sleeping beauty, today is your big day, Carlisle whispered with pain in his heart. Tohru nodded sleepy and got up.
Wat is ze mooi
En wat staat de tijd haar goed
Ik knipper m'n ogen en zie hoe haar hart
Nu voorgoed van een ander is
Maar waar ze ook mag zijn
In gedachte is ze hier bij mij
In mijn ogen blijft ze altijd klein
Carlisle blinked to hide his tears when he walked her to the altar. She was so beautiful in Kyoko's old wedding dress.
He blinked a few times again when Tohru and Yuki exchanged the rings. "Her heart belongs to Yuki Sohma now. She doesn't need me anymore," Carlisle whispered. "It doesn't matter because in my thoughts, eyes and in my heart she'll always me a little girl from three years old."
"Daddy Carlisle, are you okay?" Tohru asked concerned. "You spaced off for a while now. Are you sick?"
"No my child," Carlisle smiled and gave her hand a small squeeze.
Later that evening Yuki and Carlisle sat alone on the balcony.
"Tohru's still worried about you," Yuki said soft. "Are you really okay?"
"Yes…it's just…she's like my daughter and…she…I…"
"I understand," Yuki smiled. "She'll always be your little girl just like Kyoko Esme will be my little girl forever."
Carlisle nodded and was relieved his son in law understood him. Only another loving father would understand his feelings towards his daughters and Jasper and Yuki,were loving fathers. He could enjoy his rest now knowing both girls of him were in good hands.
English lyrics of the song Dochters by Marco Borsato
Quarter past seven on Sunday
I hear a voice softly to me asking Are you awake Dad?
Come cozy downstairs?
Should you later work or are you free today?
And you going out with me ?
And oooh what that time goes so quickly
yesterday, I saw her for the first time
she was here in my arms
What's is she pretty ,
the time is flashing her well
I blink with my eyes and watch her
repeatedly change a bit
but how big they might be in my eyes, she remains always small
Quarter past seven Sunday morning
I hear the door very gently open and I fall asleep
she is home
I much prefered to pick her up
but she had asked me if I do not want to stand in her way
And oooh what that time goes so quickly
yesterday, I saw her for the first time
she was here in my arms
What's is she pretty ,
the time is flashing her well
I blink with my eyes and watch her
repeatedly change a bit
but how big they might be in my eyes, she remains always small
and sometimes ... When I close my eyes
Are we together on the beach
her hand in mine
And then ...
She makes the time stand still for a moment
And it's just like then
and she needs me again
I hold her
like she was
I hold her
a quarter past seven on Sunday morning
She hears my voice that gently wakes her up
Today is your big day
what is she beautiful
the time is flashing her well
I blink my eyes and see how her heart
is forever now another's,
but wherever she may be
in my thoughts she's here with me
In my eyes she will always be small
discl: Fruitsbasket......................forgot her name
twilight.............................. S Meyer
Kyoko Esme......................I made her up.