Entitled to Love

Daddy, daddy, look here. The five-year-old pleads for the past few minutes trying to gain her father's attention. She is a daddy's little girl but sometimes she wanted more. Her father gave almost everything a child's little heart could desire, but she only wanted a bit of diligence.

Money isn't everything. Even her tiny heart and young mind felt that.

Now one would think, where is her mother? She surely gets all the love from her mother. But that's the thing, she didn't even get to know who her mother was. Fate was cruel in that sense I guess.

Losing a wife can make a man cold and more over losing right after giving birth to a baby girl was something the man's heart couldn't take.

Not that he resented the baby or anything it's just he had a hard time accepting that his loving wife was no more. The worst part is that every time he looked into the child's eyes, he could see so much of his wife. He would have sworn she was the spitting image of her mother sometimes.

But that doesn't give him the excuse to make her feel like that. Believe it or not, it wasn't his intention at all yet somehow he does without even knowing.

At the lack of regard, she grew a little impatient but nonetheless, she waited until he was finished with the call that went on for the last fifteen minutes.

To be fair, it's not like she was totally alone in this big mansion. She has six people at her beck and call. They would gladly play with her all day given the fact that's what their job entailed. But that's not what she wanted.

The little pout on her face started to get more prominent when her father called her. In an instant, her world brightened up and she hopped happily at him. With a small smile etched he picked her up making a fake grunt noise, which she finds entertaining because every time he does, she knows that she is getting too heavy for him. Which means, she is growing up.

Somehow the idea of growing up had two different emotions on them. For her, it was in fact a pleasant thought. On the other hand, for him, it was quite the opposite.

So what did you want to show me, love? his voice was like a lullaby to her that she could listen to every day. Upon his question, her eyes lit up, and swiftly pointed her tiny delicate finger shoving it in.

My new footh is growing. At her revelation, he frowned for a second before he finally understood what she meant. Chuckling at her cute action he gently removed her finger from her mouth before she could hurt herself.

That...is great news. We should celebrate with...ice cream? she screamed happily at his words. Ice cream was her favorite but the idea of getting the time to spend with her father appealed to her more.