His heart aches to see those shapes, and guilt immediately wells up in him. Of course she would still remember. Of course she would reach out.
It's your job as her father to reach out first.
But he's not. Not really. As much as he remembers those milestones, those soft memories between the two of them, he's still nothing but a stranger. Even if he could probably remember how to braid hair, her hair, if he thought about it long enough.
She gets a gift in kind. Under her door, the same deal - shapes in a quick note.
I'm sorry. I'm scared. I miss you.
And leaning against her door is a book - Winnie the Pooh - a strange find in their library, but one Sheehan is grateful for. He remembers reading it to her. She was too old for it, even then, but he still made up voices and acted out scenes in the 100 Acre Woods, all in the hopes of making her laugh. Laughter had been so scarce in the beginning, after all.
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It's your job as her father to reach out first.
But he's not. Not really. As much as he remembers those milestones, those soft memories between the two of them, he's still nothing but a stranger. Even if he could probably remember how to braid hair, her hair, if he thought about it long enough.
She gets a gift in kind. Under her door, the same deal - shapes in a quick note.
I'm sorry. I'm scared. I miss you.
And leaning against her door is a book - Winnie the Pooh - a strange find in their library, but one Sheehan is grateful for. He remembers reading it to her. She was too old for it, even then, but he still made up voices and acted out scenes in the 100 Acre Woods, all in the hopes of making her laugh. Laughter had been so scarce in the beginning, after all.