Disclaimer: I don't own... blah, blah, you know the drill...
Just random Ziva-based drabble. Tag to Tribes.
Enjoy.
And please review.
"I spent my summers in Haifa."
--
She spent her summers in Haifa.
It was only for a short while, a means of escape from the reality of her life.
For a few weeks, she didn't have to worry about her training that played such a big part in her short life.
She didn't think about the constant bombings and missile strikes that had killed so many that she cared for.
She was aware that it was all still there, no matter how far she went.
It was always there.
For a short while, though, she didn't feel that need to acknowledge it.
--
Her father never came to Haifa.
A fact that was both a blessing and a curse.
Maybe if he had come, she would see him as a real father.
Maybe he would have treated her like his daughter, like she always wanted to be treated.
But maybe he would have ruined it with his obsessive training.
Ruin it, just like he ruined everything that came close to him.
Maybe it was more blessing than curse that her father never came to Haifa.
He would never treat her as his daughter.
To him, she was equal. To him, she was his soldier, his fighter, his student.
Never his daughter.
--
For those few weeks in summer, she could just enjoy the sun beating down on her back.
She could run around with her siblings and laugh and make jokes.
She could be like the other kids.
Maybe that was what she liked the best.
She could at least pretend to be like all the other kids.
Yes.
That was what she liked the best.
A/N: So, what did you think? Review and tell me.