Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
I see them every day. Every single day. All my friends are with their fathers. I see them Training, talking, taking walks, and even fighting. They seem to be having fun, and I want to experience that feeling for once, but I am fully aware that I cannot. Not today, neither tomorrow, not even after a week. That is because I was born to my mother and Uchiha Sasuke.
I never knew two words could make my heart shatter in pieces: Uchiha Sasuke. It smashes, but not all of it. No, there is an area in this fragile heart where all the pieces are glued, attached, joined. These particular parts in this particular area can never be separated. That's because my Mama filled them with love and cheerfulness and bliss and sweet memories. I can tell even now how much she struggles to mend the broken sections caused by him. As much as I am grateful for her attempts, I would like to go up to her someday and tell her that she cannot be a mother and a father at the same time. I am sure she already knows, but what can she do about it? For all the things she's done for me, I love her.
My Papa is a story, a myth. At least until a week ago. My Mama tells me about how kind he is. The seventh tells me that he is a hero. How can he be a hero if he can't even make his daughter smile? How can he be kind if he does not even bother to see me? How can he call himself a father when he couldn't recognize his only child's face? They say he's on a really important mission, but shouldn't his family be the most important thing for him? Shouldn't Mama and I be his priority? He is not the only busy father in the whole world. Uncle Naruto is the Hokage, but even he finds some time for his family.
I hate him.
I despise him.
I wish he never existed.
No, not really.
I saw it. When he came home with us, I swear I saw it. Even though it was one day and one conversation, I noticed how his one black eye, much like my black pools, was smiling at me. So many different emotions emerged too, and I could interpret some of them, but not all. I wasn't as skilled as my mother, after all. And when I was on the verge of crying when he was about to leave once again, he hugged me tenderly with his sole arm. When he glanced quickly at Mama, his visible eye smiled at her too. He promised he would come back soon.
I do not know who he is, but I want to know, and I will know, hopefully very soon. Now I understand my mother. I understand that he is kind, in his own way.
Come back soon, please.
Hello guys! Thank you for all the support regarding my last fanfic. I have finals coming up next week, so I decided to write this little thing until I'm done with them. After my exams, I am going to start a multi-chapter fanfiction.