Sonny squeezed his daughter's hand gently.
Sonny thought that his newly found daughter was beautiful, even without her hair. He flashed back to when she had come to him as a . . . ghost? Angel? Or premonition? Sonny guessed that her natural hair color was a silky dark brown like when she had appeared out of thin air. He also wondered if she has his intense brown eyes or her mother's manipulative ones. This brought Sonny to thinking deeply about his deceased wife. He wondered when (or if) Marilyn woke up she would be a miniature Claudia Zachara or himself. Claudia was a never ending nightmare during the short time that they were married. After all, Marilyn was raised by Claudia, her mother. Sonny hoped that Marilyn took after him when it came to personality traits. Yes, he was a mobster. Yes, he killed people sometimes. Yes, he does love the fact that Claudia was gone for good. But he loved ALL of his children. He would do anything for children. No mater the cost. Sonny did everything he could to make them happy and protected. This was why Sonny felt like he had somehow failed Marilyn. He wasn't there at all during her childhood, when she had needed him the most. He promised himself from then on that he would do everything in his power to make Marilyn happy. Leukemia was a difficult disease to beat. If Marilyn had any of her father's will to survive, she would make it through this.
Three hours later, Sonny was still waiting for his daughter to wake up. He was still holding her hand, not wanting to let his little girl go. Sonny thought it was amazing how peaceful Marilyn looked. Once, he could have sworn that he saw her eye twitched.
Two more hours went slowly by. Sonny was starting to get uneasy. What if his newly found daughter never woke up? Then at long last, Sonny felt his daughter, Marilyn Zachara stir. Sonny pushed a button that signaled a nurse to check Marilyn out. Marilyn's eyelids fluttered and Sonny saw Claudia's eyes on him. But her eyes didn't show a single trace of Claudia's manipulation traits. He saw only innocence in her almond brown eyes.
Marilyn looked at her father for the first time in her nineteen years of life. And looked and looked. As though she wasn't sure to trust her eyes. Marilyn's eyes was full of drowsiness, even though she had just woken up. She licked her lips before croaking,
"Dad? Are you my father?"
Sonny nodded and felt his soul crumble. Or was his soul uplifting at the fact that his daughter woke up? He felt a few tears escape his eyes.
"Yes Marilyn, I'm your father."
He bent closer to her bedside so that he could embrace his beautiful daughter. She was small that Sonny feared that he would hug her too hard. He felt her chest going up and down as she started trembling as she sobbed. So was Sonny, but quieter than his daughter. "Shh. . . " Sonny tried to soothe Marilyn.
"You . . . found . . . me . . . after . . . all . . . these . . . years," She said between sobs.
Sonny was doing his best to comfort her by saying,
"I'm here. I'm here now. I promise I'll take you away from here."
Notes:
Ok so that's the end to the original story I wrote, although I am working on making the story a bit longer. It'll just take a few months to get it posted.
Any ideas would be great :)
Thanks,
Norah Strike