A Christmas Postscript

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A father left to his family a night before Christmas Eve, he had to travel to other country for business matter. His little daugther asked for him ......

Submitted: December 06, 2008

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It was a winter night. A little girl said to her father. “Daddy if I still sleeping, before you leave  could you please wake me up to say good luck and good trip toward to  your new job?”
 
Certainly, that man had to travel thousand of miles that winter night and by first time; he would not be together to his family on Christmas Night.
 
At the time of his departure that man decided did not wake up his beloved daughter instead, he left a letter under her pillow that said:
 
“My little princess:
 
Forgive me; I did not want to wake you up, because it would be sad my departure. Please forgive me.
 
I know that we will not be together this Christmas, and I know you will miss me as well as I already miss you.
 
How  does not miss you, whether I often took you to the school, or the times we went to the cinema joining to you mom and brother; we got fun eating pop corn, nachos and sodas. Do you remember when you dancing on my feet that song, then you already practicing the dance of your Fifteen years.
 
I want to tell you a secret, as a family we made a custom to attendance Mass service every Christmas Eve, you only had months of born, but you were dressed such like a Princess. Now, you know why I call you my little princess.
 
I love you… your Daddy forever.”
 
There was also a note by way of postscript a bit blurred, perhaps caused by water droplets that said: “Your memories will be my memories. Be happy this Christmas.”
 


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