My Daughter and I...

0 Another story I have written.. 02br
00Hope you'll like it.. 02br
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00My daughter and I 02br
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00In the early morning, I wake up, looked at my watch. It was 8 o'clock. The day was Thursday 15th of September 1985. 02br
00Every Thursday I used to go out for picnic with my little daughter, so I went to wake her up. She was cute and pretty. Sara, my only child, was her name. 02br
00 My house was so big and it have big rooms unless one. My daughter's room was small. Little Sara was my lonely child. She was 6 years old. I opened the door of Sara's room. As I entered I smelled a lovely perfume, a perfume Sara's mother used to put on her clothes and I used to buy it for Sara too. The smell vanished when I realized that Sara was not in her room. How strange!! Sara's toys and dolls were spread in the room. She used to arrange her toys every morning but that day it was different. 02br
00"Is there something wrong with Sara today?" I thought 02br
00There was no answer. 02br
00"Maybe she forgot to do it this morning!" I said 02br
00"Ah, she is sleeping in my room then. How could I forget that?" 02br
00I returned to my room but I found nothing. I looked under the bed to see if she was hiding. But again there was nothing. 02br
00"Sara… where are you my little princess?" I shouted 02br
00There was no reply but the echoes of my voice. That house was almost abandoned. No one seemed to have lived there since days. I threw myself in bed and held my head like a child. 02br
00"I remember now…" I cried 02br
00I returned back to my memories. The scene of our last picnic, my daughter and I. it was one month ago. In the beach, I was reading a paper whereas Sara was playing with the sand. Then Sara came and talked to me. She was telling me something about her mother. 02br
00"Dad, see there. It is my mother. She is over there" 02br
00"Where is she Sara?" I said 02br
00"Look there dad" she pointed to a woman walking with somebody. 02br
00"No Sara. That is not your mother. I told you she had gone far away. You will meet her one day. That woman is not your mother" I lied 02br
00I was lying about her mother. I used to tell Sara that her mother is somewhere far away and she could meet her when she grew up. My wife died after the birth of Sara. At least I was right about one thing that day, Sara met her mother! 02br
00Sara was afflicted with the same disease that killed her mother. I did not realize that till her day came. It was my last Thursday with my daughter. The last day with my family. Sara was dying the same way her mother did before. She had got difficulties in breathing. I took her from the sand and carry her hastily to the car. My last moments with her were when I was driving the car in hurry. She was suffering and I could hear the beating of her heart. I parked the car near the entrance of the hospital and hurried to the doctor carrying a cold, almost a dead body. The doctor took Sara and tried to help her and I kept watching. 02br
00"Please doctor save her. Save Sara. I do not want to lose her. She is my lonely child, doctor. Please…" I shouted 02br
00I waited outside the emergency room. Then the doctor came to me. He hugged me and said nothing until I cried. 02br
00"How is she now? Is Sara ok? Can I see her?" 02br
00"I am sorry. We couldn't save her. May God be with you" the doctor said 02br
00Then I felt lost. I felt sad, I felt bad. Sara can no more play with me. She would smile no more. She went away, faded like a dream. 02br
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