Here is the second story for #KwentoRP216. Day 1 story is here.
PAPA
She came home in a foul mood. Banging the door as she came in the house, I followed her to her room only to be shut out.
Her baon is left untouched. Her school bag is dirty. She has been like this for the past three days. I have told Minerva.
Talk to her. She said.
She makes it sound so easy.
PM her. I begged.
I will. She promised.
How can this be so difficult? I am not good with words, but I am good at making things and doing things. I remember how she loved playing on the swing.
Maybe that will help.
MIA
I hurt papa again. I am so sorry. Papa. I feel so lonely with Mama so far away. I don't know how to talk to you, Papa. It's always been Mama.
She hasn't replied to my PMs yet.
The girls in school are so mean. I am not learning anything new from my teachers! I want to go back to my old school.
I want everything to be the same. Gah
PAPA
There. A wooden swing for my Mia.
PAPA and MIA
A swing! A wooden swing! Oh, Papa!
Up and back! Up and back!
I feel so free!
I run to Papa and hugged him.
Thank you, Papa. Thank you for the swing.
He looked into my eyes and for the first time in weeks, I saw sadness there. I am sad too, I told him.
He hugged me and whispered. I know. But it's just the two of us for the next two years. We have to make this work, you know. We need to. We have to. Until mama comes back.
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