A Fickle Mistresses's Kiss

Father….

How long I have waited, how long I have prayed and hoped.

For months on end, I lived with the acceptance of your death etched into my mind, only the budding sense of detachment sparing me the despair of your passing. But I did not dwell long on it, for life waits for no one; fantasy or not.

Yet no matter how much I reigned in my emotions, I could not deny my heart the sorrow it felt. For Countless nights would tears drench the rough pillow on which I rest my head. And countless others would soft sobbing accompany my sparse sleep like a pained mother's lullaby.

But now, you're here.

And not as a figment of my imagination, or a silhouette visiting my dreams.

You are right in front of me… just an arm's length away.

Standing but a few feet away from me, father brought out a brown leather pouch and pulled three orbs from its stomach.

"No time for chitchat. Here crush this, you too Eset"