The One Where the Father Isn't Dead
Alive. Alive!
The relief and disbelief slowly crept upon her face.
Could it be? Has he truly returned?
Her father was home. He occupied the opening space.
How is this possible? She told me he had died.
She lied.
Stepmother had told poor Cindy the greatest lie of all: her father had died in travel.
Clearly unaware of the lie, Cindy's world had ended.
The last one to love her was gone. Her world began to unravel.
Until today, that is, when all became mended.
No more silent tears to be shed as she swept the floors with a broken broom.
No longer did she have to be second to her step-sisters, whom thought of themselves as royalty.
She did not have to be kept inside an unlit, empty room.
She finally had loyalty.
Now for the father, whom was surprised by her utter shock, finally aware of the lies that were shed.
He knew what he had to do next.
Upon the lively greetings from Stepmother, whom sprung from her bed,
Cindy's father turned to her and said, "hello my future ex".
For she did not know how much Cindy's father loved her dearly,
That he would be willing to end his second-chance love so cheerly.