My Ex-wife, My Destination

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oment my eyes fall on this little bundle of joy, a beatific smile refuses to

e reminds me of Daisy. Hope's hair is exactly like hers. Whatever it is, there is somet

serve to be happy? Does a mons

ve these things in my life, I

ll the pleasures of life? For five years, I have been run

Daisy. Where could she be? I hope she is fine and has found the happiness she deserves. However, the thought of her marrying someone else

r's voice, "Hope, let's go, baby. You

ut I don't want her to go. I want her to stay with me a little lo

y heart longs for som

experiencing pales in comparison to what she endured. I fully deserve whatever fate has brought upon me.

f guilt, but I feel a soft touch on

is already staring a

smile, or should I say I try to smile because the

her head.

from me. She just keeps staring at me with her innocent blue eyes,

oing to miss her a lot, but befo

e in two minutes," she informs Hope, holding her hand befo

the bench, as if my legs will give up as soon as I stand. I look at the ti

she comes running towards me. In reaction, I kneel to her level, an

s, the way she rushes towards me and hugs me makes me want to

cle." She confesses, peeping from my neck, looking

she is so

tting her head. As we pull apart, I clasp he

?" Her eyes sp

nod, slightly pi

sks, her voice lac

your

he

n, b

. I like you," she sque

ssed against me. It's a moment of pure warmth and conn

I whisper, my voice fill

t me, her eyes shining. "Uncl

I immediately accept h

tement. "Yippie. We'll have mor

y! We'll have many mo

g to let go. I walk her back to her teacher, who smi

and leave their kids in your hand, so it's your duty to keep them safe." I inst

re careful

her arms around my legs.

e care and be safe.

plies, giving me

y's

olding myself the entire

ands holding her teacher's hand with a sad pout. I've

the floor and yank her into my arms. "Mommy is ex

s she embraces me, tears

den at the sight of tears in my

ing you wait." I stare at

r tiny hands, and a smile flashes on my face, listening t

r hands an

, and stand up. "Thank you for takin

ing me. "Mommy." As I lower my gaze to her, she con

our teacher's co

her." She slightly slaps her head, ca

n wh

et into the car. I'm sweating. It's so hot

o steal my heart wit

utie." I stand up and

once again,

ifts her gaze to Hope. "Take

waves at her, and the

*

he car backseat, Hope exclaims, "Mommy, yo

I ask, tucking her blon

. She licks her lips, imagining the delicious taste of ice cream. "I couldn't resist. My legs carried me towards the

ds. A car was about to hit her. Shit. Now I

ed with concern, caressing her hair and sc

She reassures me, and I breathe a sigh of relief, gra

face lighting up at the memory. "You know, his favourite flavour is chocol

aughter. "Yes, he truly is a wonderful uncle. He saved you, my baby." I

the person who save