“No, don’t touch me! Where is she?”, he slurred. Tears falling, she tried her best to take off one boot. He kicked and it went flying away. Unable to get up from the couch, he kept on mumbling, “Whe.. arrr youuu.. I have your birthdayy gift honeyyy..wherrree..?”
She wiped her tears and went outside to keep the boots. She looked up at the starry sky for a while. Five years had passed and the same scene transpired on this day, every year.
“I miss her too, Daddy”, she whispered. A lone star twinkled back at her.
Written in response to Daily Prompt – Slur
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