"Don't leave Ada!" I cried tightening my death grip on my fathers pant leg while soaking the patch of cloth I had pressed tightly against my face with tears. He was a good natured and took my childish fit in stride laughing as he lifted me up to meet his piercing golden eyes. I hushed my crying but still choked quietly on my tears. My father was a beautiful tall black haired man with eyes I truly believed where made of gold. I loved my father and he had only just gotten back home the night before and was now leaving this very moment for Europe for two weeks when all I wanted was for him to stay with me and mom.
My sweet Kasai no Kegawa, I promise to you I won't be long." he said brushing away my curly fiery red hair, got it from my grandmother, that had been displaced from being picked up and kissed my forehead.
"You promise Ada?" I said looking into my father's eyes hopefully.
"I pinky promise my little one." He said as his laugh lines showed. I reluctantly agreed. I watched as he left the court-yard with his guards after kissing my mother and I good bye. Thank God I was blessed with early memory, I can't imagine the thought of never remembering my fathers last kiss for this old memory I now hold so dear to my heart is the last I have of my father. I was only three years old when I said good-bye to him for the last time, its now been nine years since.
My mother, Sekei, has been seriously ill for a very long time but very recently her health has turned far worse than it's ever been before. We no longer have the strength or means to run the clan house my father fought to claim in the States it's golden day's are long past. Mother has decided we should leave the States and go live with my grandfather Wahkai in japan on the outskirts of a town called Ukiyoe.
I've only met grandfather Wahkai once before when we went there for my father's funeral, I know that a funeral is considered a last good-bye but I can't accept it. Not when his body wasn't even found, I guess I still hold out a small piece of hope.
I don't remember much of that visit, the only memories are of when they lowered the coffin into the ground and when we were headed home. I'm not sure I want to remember and a small part of me is fearful to go back and remember something I don't want to accept.
Author note,
English is my third language and I've only been speaking it for almost three years, writing it for less, so if anything is off please tell me it would be much appreciated. Characters maybe a little OOC and I apologize.
This account is for practicing my English only, I've got to read and write in it. Thank you! ;)
-WB