Father And Daughter

He stopped rooted on the spot at the voice of the little child. Before he could turn and confirm the voice, he felt tiny hands wrap around his legs and called again.

“Handsome Daddy? Did you come to see little Rosie?”

He turned to face the little girl and bent to pat her hair as he smiled naturally. How can this little girl lift his angry mood by just calling him that?

“How are you, little girl? What are you doing in the hospital?”

He carried her to sit on a white round block bench that stood confidently in the middle of the hospital and the middle were pretty flowers. He sat next to her while staring at her cute little face and waiting for his answer.

“Rosie came to get treatment,” she stretched her head until it was almost the same height as his ears and whispered. “Don’t tell anyone. I ran away from Aunt Ruby while she was making a call. She wants me to have a nap until mommy returns.”

Marcel chuckled at the child’s words.

“You shouldn’t have. What if you fell into danger?”

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