Wakamura-san released a sigh, not so gently as he had imagined.
“Dad? What’s wrong now? I haven’t got time for this. The removal firm will be here in an hour.”
He could feel his daughter’s frustration roll towards him. She never seemed to understand that a tranquil state of mind required hard work and commitment, like anything else. She was never still, never in the moment.
She shoved a small wooden box in his lap then wrapped his soft, dry fingers around it more gently, patting his hands.
“Here, Dad, hold on to these, keep them safe. I know they are important to you.”
He opened the box and stroked the small swords nestled within.
“At least you know that much. Be busy, make your calls, organise and plan. I will still be here, when you remember to be still.”
He felt his daughter kiss the top of his head and pause, just for a moment.
Thank you! I try to write what I would enjoy reading, so it’s a bonus that other people do too. I’m glad the sentiment was something that spoke to you.
Excellent 🙂 Love the way the father knows that she will get there
Thank you, Alastair! I have found that fathers always know more about their children than we give them credit….!
I like the tone and the relationship you have portrayed!
Thank you, Hannah.
Lovely Freya. I loved the sentiment within this piece. You write in a very engaging way. I like reading your posts.
Thank you! I try to write what I would enjoy reading, so it’s a bonus that other people do too. I’m glad the sentiment was something that spoke to you.
I got my sites and linky things mix…but I do appreciate you stopping by my post for this prompt.
I felt the loving pause in the moment of that kiss…very nice indeed.
Thank you again, Jules!