/ Our Glass Castles \
"we all die.
the goal isn't to live forever...
...the goal is to create something that will."
- Chuck Palahniuk
There was a wooded area behind her home, and this was where they played.
She ran and he always, always caught her, appearing from behind the trees like some sort of monster in the night, laughing as they spinned and fell to the ground.
"Daddy," she giggled as he tickled her sides, then scooped her into a tight hug. He smelled like vanilla and the woods. He was her best friend.
"I'm always going to be here, baby," he whispered, kissing her brow.
But one day, when she was just six years old, she was running and running, her bare feet stained by the earth.
"Daddy, come catch me," she squealed, whirling around and preparing for him to strike.
No one appeared from behind the trees.
She rushed over to the tree line, calling his name, eyes growing wider and wider as she searched behind every shadow in the woods.
She was alone.
Her mommy found her lying on the ground with tears spilling from her eyes.
"Where is daddy?" The little girl whispered.
Her mommy smoothed the damp hair from her daughter's brow, and pointed up to the sky, "He's up there, baby." Her eyes were shining with tears, too.
The little girl didn't know what to think when she had to play with herself, when she had to dress herself, when she had to cuddle with herself. She didn't understand where her daddy had gone. All she knew was that she would never, ever leave somebody that she loved.
She cried herself to sleep.