With chubby fingers she grips her crayon. Her hands desperate to create on paper the masterpiece in her mind. She scribbles and scrawls crooked flowers and hearts. Her letters are reversed yet her face beams with pride over spelling her name – all by herself.
In her dainty ruffles and crinoline and patent leather Mary Janes, she proudly entered the kitchen where Father sat sipping his coffee. His attention lost in the paper, business and politics deepen the creases in his brow. She tugs his jacket and offers up her card. He asks for her to return later. Daddy is busy.
This makes me happy and sad all at the same time.
Hopefully next week will be a happier prompt. These last two have been pretty depressing.
Ouch. This was sweet, with a heartrending twist at the end. Good 100 words.
It’s sad when parents don’t realize what the priorities really are, and many learn too late. Welcome to the 100 Word Challenge! Lots of new contributors this week! 🙂