The old mans stubble was a week old.
He was tired.He was helpless.It was almost a week to the day that his only daughter went missing.
His angel. His little angel.
The policeman was rude.A disheveled old man who came ranting into the station did not somehow deserve his attention.He walked out, no more tears left in him.
Where was he?What had gone wrong?Why did his eyes close?
His daughter was lost.The city swallowed her whole.And his life moves on.One day at a time.One second always too late.
Hope.Prayer.Family.
Inspired by true events
1 comment:
Hope the angel returns soon, safe.
*prayers*
aJ
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