Every day she sat at the train station hoping that her father would come find her, at least her mother made her belief he would before she died. Today she turns 25 and she decides to dye her hair red and style it just like her mother's hair hoping that her father would atleast recognize her since it was the same style her mother loved. The last train just arrived...and still no sign of her father whom she had longed hoped to meet, disappointment colours her face as she seats quietly... Just as she was about to stand to her feet she felt a tap on her shoulder.... Brat is that you?... The voice said from behind... With so much excitement she turned to look at her father only to see a different face... Oh mark it's you. Just then it's dawn on her that time was trying to test how long she can withstand the absence of a father's love...
My entry for Foxtales' one paragraph fiction contest. See original post here
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