Just Once...
Disclaimer: sighs I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura or any of its characters or...Syaoran.
Summary: Syaoran's thoughts about never knowing a person that he would've called "father". This is for Father's Day. Sort of a side thing to "Reminisces". One-Shot.
A/N- This is another 400 word thingy, like the one I did for Sakura and Mother's Day. Oh yes...Thank you to my reviewers for "Reminisces".
Thanks to sweet-captor, kittyfaerie3000, Polgara-Nightwings and OrLSKF! I really appreciate your time to read my story and review.
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Father...
It's such a strange word. In all my life I never really said that word. Well for as long as I can remember. That word is so foreign to my lips. As foreign as fish living on land or a bird living in the sea. Although that may not be the best description that is how odd that word is to me.
Father...
I never had anyone to call that name to. I know I had a father, once like every child had one, but I have no memories of him—just flashes of pictures occasionally that cross my mind, but nothing else. Just still unmoving pictures. Pictures that are blurry and hard to discern.
Father...
Once in a while I remember something faintly, a man. A man and my mother. But it is so hazy that I can't really see. Maybe it's just an old photo. An old photo of my father that I had seen a long, many years ago and just recalling that. Maybe it's just a picture that my mind created or something real that was buried underneath. Well even if it is not real or just a photo, I'm glad I have at least that. As small as that fragmented picture is, it is good enough.
Father...
I remember when I was young. I had built up the courage to ask mother about him. Ask her what he was like and what did he look like. I was curious like any child. I recall that when I asked her, she told me it was disrespectful to talk about the dead. Then she dismissed me. I never asked her again. I guess that's the way it was supposed to be.
Father...
I watched other children as I grew up with their fathers and they seemed so happy. I remember once yee ga jie took me to the park and there was this girl—little girl around my age at the time that was playing with her father. That happy smile on her face and laughter twinkling in her eyes made me wonder what it would be like if I did have mine. I used to think it would be much better but right now would my life be the same as it is?
Father...Daddy...Baba...
All those words. Not the same yet they are. I've grown up living without saying them, without him, not knowing of him, never hearing anything about him...I've grown so used to it...although sometimes...like I said before...as I watched other children with their fathers and my own with me...I wonder what it would be like...to call someone "father" at least...just once.
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Yee ga jie- 2nd sister in Cantonese.
Baba- Father/Dad/Daddy in Canto.
A/N- Yes, I know horrible...and short... But Please no Flames though...