That Fateful Rainy Day

I was walking down the street with the rain pouring down holding my 5 year old daughter in my arms. The rain always puts me in to a sort of trance pushing me to think of mostly useless things such as my tragic past.

I mean my girlfriend of 5 years was finally able to conceive our child and we were so happy. Only for her to die during child birth leaving the child in critical condition. I didn't even get to hear my child's gender or be with my wife in her last moments. I wish they would have allowed me to be there during childbirth.

After slightly coming out of the shock of my lovers death I was put into a tight bind of coming up with the money for my child's operation to save her. They listened to my lovers last words supposedly and saved my child's life but we were never in a especially great financial situation. So this put an even worse strain on our funds.

I was able to do it for the sake of my child though. Selling everything we owned together and moving in to a rundown neighborhood with nothing but a few boxes of my keepsakes of times with my lover and my child. With my new daughter Dawn keeping me going for these years I was able to push through and make it.

With being on bad terms with my family for my past decisions I was left fending for myself but I was still happy enough. Now that I really think about it all I need is my daughter to really be happy with that cute smile on her face.

I continued to walk down the street holding my daughter closer after thinking about all that. It was at this moment while walking across the sidewalk that a horn honked loudly and as I turn to my side it seemed I reacted too late.

I was forced to leave it up to fate at that moment. It seems I was slightly lucky and was put in a situation where I was able to save my daughter but I could feel myself slowly slipping into darkness. I persevered for my daughter and pulled my phone from my pocket and calling a number I thought I would never call again.

My mom's voice on the line comes through and said "Hello". Such a short and simple word but I could hear the emotion in her voice. Sadness with happiness. What an odd mix. I was able to softly whisper "Mother I know this is unfair but I am dying and I need you to take care of my daughter please. I left everything for her so there is no need to worry and.... I'm sorry".

I send her my location and my phone slips to the ground with my mother screaming in anxiety. With my remaining strength I put my lips close to my daughters ear and softly whisper "Daddy will always love you so be strong sunshine and light up the world for daddy". Even knowing she was unconscious I hope she heard me as everything faded to black and I finally heard the sirens of help arriving.