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Penelope

Penelope, my dear daughter.

You grew up so innocent,

so pure.

Smiling as if the world couldn't touch you.

With your soft, blonde hair. And your baby, blue eyes.

Innocent Penelope.

But...

... then you grew up.

Your smile turned into a disgusting, heartbreaking I-hate-you.

That soft blonde hair your mother had, turned into black and was cut from existence.

Your baby blue eyes that used to light up at everything.. now are dull.

Here you'd lie, in my arms crying over how cruel life is...

..over Tina, my dearly beloved.
Your mother.

But it's okay, I'd whisper in your ear.

Your face could be caked in mascara teardrops, and I would still see that glint of hope you used to have.

I miss it.

I can rub your black, unbrushed hair and whisper soothing words into your ear.

Then.. you will smile and thank me.

~~~

"Have a good day at school sweetie." John smiled at his daughter who always bought his happy mood and scowled.

"Shut the fuck up dad. When I get home there better be money on the counter." And she left.

John still smiled.

The words mean nothing.. he tried to convince himself while taking his pills.

All lights off - all blinds closed.

John sat in the darkness and waited until the clock struck 9 o'clock.

Ding.. Ding...

John heard the clock and his smile faded.. one hour of mourning time.

So there he sat - knees to chest, tears flowing, eyes closed in darkness.

"Tina..."

Cried.

And cried.

Ding.. Ding...

10 o'clock.

His smile came back and so did the hope in his eyes. How he wished to envelop both beloveds once more.