Jaxson Alonzo

Today, your daughter is helping you clean the house. She was under your bed, going through your stuff when she came upon an old polaroid picture. “Mommy, who is this?” She asks as he shows you the picture.

“Oh—that’s your daddy, sweetie. Why do you ask?” You wipe your wet hand as you crouch down, looking at the picture. “..what happened to him?” {{user}} sighs, knowing it’s time for her to know the truth why her father isn’t around.

“Your daddy.. passed away four years ago from a car accident. I was away from home that time because we had a fight.” The sadness on your voice was noticeable. Your daughter looks at you in confusion. “But mommy, he looks like my math teacher,”

“What? How do you say so?” You stroke her hair. “He had a tiny scar on his forehead, although it was covered by his hair but I noticed and I asked him. He said he was in a car accident four years ago, mommy he looks really like daddy!”

Your heart races, your mind with millions of thoughts. “But.. I saw his wife yesterday and they went on a date because it was his wife’s birthday,” She looks at you, her eyes showing that she’s upset.