How Time Passes

by .:band baby:.

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I stood in her doorway and looked at her sleeping body. Her once long hair had been cut short and her nightgowns were traded in for a tank top and boxer shorts.

I looked around her room. Her pink ‘Barbie’ colored walls were now hiding beneath thousands of pictures and posters. Her room was littered with clothes and purses instead of her Babrie Dream House and her dolls, which are now stored haphazardly in the basement somewhere.

I glance toward her closet where piles of magizenes sit as opposed to her once beloved Dr. Seuss collection. On the racks below her clothes were heels and flip-flops in place of her Ked’s shoes.

“Daddy?” I froze when I heard this.

“It’s ok hunny, I didn’t mean to wake you.” I answered softly, starting to back out.

“You didn’t. I had a bad dream.” She said. I rush over to her and stroke her hair soothingly.

“With you stay with me until I fall asleep?” She asks.

And so I sit on her bed and she fell right to sleep with my arm around her, just like when she was young.

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  1. How Time Passes

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    Posted 3 months ago

    omg, this is amazing! It would definatly describe what every father has to go through =] 5*’s all the way.

    minor fix, the last line should be fell not feel.

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