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Answer - Part 4

Author: 

  • BrandieS

Audience Rating: 

  • General Audience (pg)

Publication: 

  • Short-short < 500 words

Genre: 

  • Mystery or Suspense

Character Age: 

  • Preteen or Intermediate

TG Themes: 

  • Identity Crisis

Permission: 

  • Posted by author(s)

Chapter 4 Home again

Running in the house, I went to the bathroom and did my business. I went to my room and pulled off my sweater, then headed back down stairs.

"Uh, Dad?" I began.

He looked over at me with the begining of a smile "What, Pumpkin?"

"Ah, nothing." I just sat on the couch and flipped on the TV.

Dad came over and sat beside me. "Pumpkin, you were very charming tonight. Thank you. I know I don't say that often enough."

I looked at him and grinned. He was right. We seemed to just tolerate each other lately. Tonight was different for both of us. Still, there was one question I had to ask. "Uh, Daddy, why did that man and his son think I was a girl?"

Dad looked at me, then looked away. I heard him sniffle and he quickly got up and walked out of the room. I sat there not knowing what was what. Had I asked a dumb question? I had to know.

I started to get off the couch as dad came back in the room. "Bed time, Pumpkin." was said.

I stood and headed for my room, but as I hugged him goodnight, he held out his hand to me and said "Here, wear this tonight."

I took the proffered item and went to my room. I went to the bathroom and peed, then after washing my hands, I brushed my teeth. I took my hair brush and went into my room. I took off my t-shirt and pants and got out a clean pair of undies. I rehung the pants and the Tee went into the dirty clothes along with the dirty undies and socks. My shoes were lined up in my closet. I reached for the item that Dad had handed me and allowed it to unfold. I turned it right side up and saw it was a sleep shirt. I thought 'What the heck' and put it on. Of course it did have a weird collar, but dad wanted me to sleep in it, so. I sat in front of my mirror and brushed my hair. Mom used to do mine and I would do hers. I had long hair cause hers looked so pretty and I wanted to look like her.

Thinking about her made me cry and I got in bed and hugged my pillow to me. I sobbed thinking about how much I missed mom. 'Why God, why did she have to die?' I wondered as I fell asleep.


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