Now, as I look back, I wonder how I could have been so careless.
My father died. No one knows how or why. He had always been careless himself, but one day he simply fell off his horse and died.
My father died. He left me alone. The one person who had talked to me, who didn't care what I said. I never took him for granted. The one who named me Danielle, for light. I was his light. I was so, so careless with his love for me.
He died. He left me an entire estate. I had to go over figures. Men in black robes said that the estate had been failing, as compared to previous earnings. I had to digest facts and figures from men in black robes days after my papa died.
He left me alone. I am sixteen. I have an estate on my hands, as well as two useless women who helped drive the estate into debt. I was supposed to come out in society, like a normal girl. He died.
I am going to have to set my own course. There is no one to turn to for help. I am the only one who can control my future. There is no one, no one, not one…
My papa died. The one who bounced me on my knee when I was very small. The one who brought books even when his wife told him they were not needed. The one who put up with my not caring about his happiness. The one who married an idiotic female after that part of his heart died, just for me to have a mother.
A father died today. Who knows what pain others go though. I don't know. I am dazed. The sounds of the last clods of dirt are still resonating in my head. Each a final goodbye. I never told him I loved him.
My papa died, and I never told him I loved him.