I was on the computer, looking for a school to enlist my daughter, Hope, into. I kept glancing at her, watching her play with her doll. I stopped looking for a school and walked over to her, crouching down to her level. She looked out the window.
"Mommy, there's a man outside." She said, pointing to the window. I turned toward it, but there was no one there.
"Never mind, he's gone." She said. Sometimes she worries me. She sees and hears things, but I think it's because of what happened to her father. He had died when she was 3, and that was just 2 years ago. His reason of death was unknown, but some investigators say it was suicide, but I knew him better. He would never do that.
Hope continued playing with her doll, and turned her head away from me. I do pray she's alright, and that her father's death didn't cause anything too serious. If it did then I wouldn't know what to do.
I placed my hand on Hope's head, watching her brown hair. She turned toward me again and smiled, her blue eyes sparkling. You can really see the hurt in her eyes, but she never shows it in words. I hope she just looks like that all the time, and that she isn't hiding anything. I would ask her, but I don't want to make her anymore upset. She started staring out the window, like she normally does, but this time I could feel her jump.
"Is something wrong, sweetie?" I asked her.
"No, mommy, I'm fine." She replied in her usual sweet voice, but this time is was slightly strained.
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