Second Half
I don’t know how long we stayed holding each other and I really did not care one bit to say the least. He unwillingly pulled away slightly so that he would look down at my face. His eyes were red and puffy, but they told me what he could not put into words.
“My little baby.” He whispered warmly as he tenderly raised his right hand to caress my cheek, wiping my never ending river of tears. "They made me believe you were gone." His voice cracked as he pulled me even closer to his chest if that was even possible.
My Dad. It felt so bizarre even in my mind, yet so right to call him that even if it was only to myself. How could I have missed it? We looked so much alike.
I felt him stiffen instantaneously making me look up at him again only so see his eyes on the person a few feet behind me. It took him a moment, but he moved to stand in front of her, his grip on me not faltering.