DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Card Captor Sakura belongs to CLAMP and "Dance with my Father" belongs to Luther Vandross and Richard Marx.
(AN: Another One-shot to tug on your heartstrings. Try playing "Dance with my Father" to set the mood. Enjoy!)
My name is Ying Fa. Daughter of Syaoran and Sakura Li. People say I'm the carbon copy of my mom. Apparently, I'm as sweet as her. What they don't know is that I can be as tough and rebellious as my dad. But guess I'll never hear anyone tell me that. No one will ever know I got my deathly glare from him cause he won't be around for the world to see our similarities.
I'm 10 years old now and a few months ago, the world lost a great man by the name of Syaoran Li. He's a hero, you know? He was a soldier who died protecting my mother's country. But when he was at home, he was just my dad. He would lift me high and perform these goofy dance steps, trying to be cute around mom. He would let me step on his feet and we would spin around the room until I fell asleep. My mom and I had the habit of getting tired easily and dad said we looked so innocent when we sleep. But that was then, before life took away the man who loved me dearly. Everybody keeps telling me we'll be together again someday. I would match his steps and I'd tell him that I missed him ever since he left. But right now If I get the chance to go play with Dad in the park or walk with him in the mall. If I could just step on his feet and waltz around in the living room like we used to. I swear I would play a song that will never ever end. How I'd love love love to dance with my father again
There were times when mom and I used to argue cause she wanted me to fit clothes my Aunt
Tomoyo made for me but I put my foot down and told her no. Shout was more like it. Mom would have her hands in the air telling me I was just like dad. I used to run to him and tell him to talk some sense into mom but he was just defenseless against my mom. Can you believe it a soldier who wouldn't back down from war would crumble when it came to his wife? I guess it's no surprise by the sound of their stories they were really head over heels for each other like a childhood sweethearts kind of thing. Daddy would goof around and tell me things like, "Honey, don't you want to be fabulous?" and do these weird poses that never failed to crack me up. It always ended up making me go with mom to play dress up. But I guess it was worth it cause I would always find a dollar under my pillow. What a guy! I never dreamed he'd be gone from me. If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him, I swear I'd play a song that would never ever end. Cause I'd love love love to dance with my father again.
I just got home from school and I hear something from mom's room. She's crying again. "Syaoran! Syaoran, please come back." Sometimes I'd listen outside her door and I'd hear her cry for him. She misses him a lot. With a love like theirs, I find it unbearable for mom to live without dad. So every time she cries, I would pray. And though I would give anything to be with dad again, I know mom needs him more so I would pray for her even more than me.
So here I am on my knees beside my bed again and I say, "I know I'm praying for much to much but could you send her the only man she loved. I know You don't do it usually but, Dear Lord, she's dying to dance with my father again."
I fall asleep dreaming the same dream that haunts me every night. It was mom dancing with my father again.