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The Worst Morning.

This is story of a girl who lost her father. This story will also serve as a motivation to start again for all those who have lost there loved ones during the tough times.

By Vanshika DhawanPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
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"DAD, DAD......................wake up, please wake up for me[shaking him]" said sobbingly by a little girl. She remained there shocked and still holding her father's hand but then suddenly ran towards the door shouting, ringing the bell of the neighbours, begging for help. "Ohh, how can we forget, it's corona time, humanity died but it was good for them not for us at that moment" but than thankfully a family came forward to check what's wrong. They ran hurriedly inside the room, saw a person laying on the bed and as cold as ice. The little girl standing near the door, bowling her eyes out, shivering. They looked at her mom and shook their head from left to right, in order to say no, there is no life.

That girl's heart stopped, she disagreed because she knew that cannot happen, her father cannot leave her in this cruel world. He was her only pillar of strength, hope. How can universe take away someone she is closest too? She screamed and said "NO........" ran to her father again, she was ready to accept anything but cannot accept that her father is gone leaving her behind. The world was aware of the fact how close she and her father was, like best friends, always cheerfully playing, giggling, always supporting each other. Flashes of the moments enjoyed with her father started to appear in front of her eyes like a movie but then her heart said "That is it".

She felt like her life turned upside down. Till last night she was in a comfortable nest where she was nurtured, provided with everything she asked for but then in the morning she felt like she was thrown out of the nest to survive on her own. For the first time she wished that she was not born to see that day. She held her fathers hand again, sat beside her father, touched her father's face and cried her heart out. She couldn't see her father like that. Her heart paused. She started questioning her father, "How can you leave me?" , "What will I do without you?", "How will love me?"........please come back. Now it was her and her mother left alone with a question left "Why didn't dad fight against death for his princess?".

She started to curse herself, she asked him why didn't she passed away saving her father. She screamed, begged to return her father but no one listened.

Her aunt stayed with them till they could manage on their own. Then their relatives took them. She felt helpless, hopeless and felt weak, though she knew her father moulded her to be brave, fearless just like him. She wished daily for her father to come back till she realized there is no one to hear her. She stopped. She stopped cursing her and her luck but what about the years ahead her without her pillar of strength? where is life gonna take her? She was clueless. She thought her dreams also died with her father but life has it's own plans. Her mother became her father. She kept her like a princess as she used to be. Things started to change, her mother who always needed a support once turned into a brave, courageous lady and she also stepped forward like a shoulder. Everything she saw at such a young age become her life lessons but she couldn't forget the morning when she lost everything.

She met many people through the course of life but never was able to identify who was wearing a mask and who not but this loss made her do that too. She became mature and started to realize that life is uncertain. Even though she has her loved ones but nobody could ever love her like her dad. She always missed her father when she used to run towards him, cling on him when he used to return from home.

She left all the people who she used to love before when she got to know that none of them are real, yes she became selfish but to fulfill her father's dream. She realized that TIME DOESN'T WAIT FOR ANYONE.

BUT HER FATHER..............

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About the Creator

Vanshika Dhawan

Words directly from my heart.

Stories directly from my mind.

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