"I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can." -Ernest Hemingway

“The only living works are those which have drained much of the author's own life into them.” –Samuel Butler

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Fatherless

Ellie’s finger gently caressed the old photograph.  Her thoughts drifted back to the time when she remembered being ‘daddy’s little girl’ and a single tear slipped down her cheek.
The photo, a candid shot of little Ellie tenderly held in her father’s arms, crumpled in her clenching fist.  Arduous moments past with Ellie’s mind consumed in not so cheerful memories until she dropped the photo into the hungrily awaiting trashcan.
Tears streamed from Ellie’s eyes at the recollection of her broken relationship with her father. Crushing thoughts clouded her mind with grief and agony: He rejected me. He quit loving me when he saw who I grew up to be.
A burst of anger welled up inside Ellie at her memories of her father’s rebuff. Slowly, a bittersweet smile rose to her lips as she remembered how she had gotten away from her careless father as soon as she graduated high school and had the pleasure of choosing to never see him again.
Ready to be done with revisiting her painful history, Ellie brushed away her drying tears and put the past behind her once again.

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