The little girl sat upon her bed with an odd expression, staring at the door across from her. The young toddler's shift was wet from her mother's tears that she didn't understand- nor the words that came from her mouth.
Gone.
That had been said many times. The toddler gazed at the closed and quiet door of her room, something seeming odd to her. Like an emptiness. Slowly she came to realize why- her papa had yet to say goodnight to her.
The three year old sat with her legs crossed on her bed, staring intently in wait for her father. But the minutes ticked by and no man appeared. Slowly, she wrapped her little fingers around the hem of her skirt, tugging on it lightly as she impatiently waited.
But no one appeared. Her father did not appear to called her his little darling or his sweetheart. A somber silence sat over the estate and the little girl pulled her blankets over her to keep herself warm.
And that cold, sad night, Mathurine didn't sleep. Instead, she sat waiting for her papa that never returned.
