Traveling with a Stranger

My dad worked as an International agent right around the world. Despite being an travel agent it isn't always that glamorous. As amazing it is to jet around the world. He had to keep in contact with clients 24/7/365 no matter where or what situation he was in. He worked extremely hard just to provide me a better living. Since I was little all I could remember was waiting for my dad to return because I knew he would bring me something from the country side he worked in. Due to my dad's busy schedule and his job I was living with my grandmother. When my dad return once in a year home , he would spend his entire time with me. At night before bed he would tell me stories about Snow white and the seven dwarfs , Cinderella and the three little pigs and much more. I would laugh out whenever papa said, a prince charming would come with a missing pair of shoes for you. I was always fascinated with his stories and especially of the thought just like Cinderella a prince charming would come for me with my missing shoe and very much known i have always been loosing a pair of mine since I was a Kid. I admired my dad's profession and had a desire of becoming an International agent too as I grow up. 

I remember the date quite well, 11th December 2012 while my dad and myself was out for a long walk. We received a call from my neighbour Mrs Rose , she lived next door and was a good friend of grandma. As we reached home i saw my dad fell to the floor crying out miserably. As a little kid i had no concept of death to my understanding. All i knew it meant crying out your pain with tears rolling down from your eyes. Now that grandma was no more and papa had to go back for his work I was compelled to live my aunt which was immensely sad for me. She was a royal witch with pride. She portrayed herself to be as beautiful like the shining moon in the darkest night. She hated me as she hated my mother but nevertheless she knew that my mother abandoned me when I was just two years old. 

I cried myself to sleep every night asking God was i born to see all of this. As a kid of only three years old i had to mature in my own aspect understanding fear and pain. What is it like of not having a mother? My father was everything to me ever since my mother said I was a burden to her. I was a burden to everything that concerned her. I initially had to compare my life with Cinderella, I was Cinderella with two evil sisters Mary and Rose and a evil step aunt Mrs jade. I was given a small little store room which seemed like a dungeon but i was glad i was away from those evil monsters. My aunt would say that i am the black sheep of the family and maybe she was right. 

One morning my dad came back on my birthday which was on the 29 of December, I had turned 4. I was extremely happy and excited to see him after a long time since grandma had passed away. He looked extremely pale and sick which made me a little upset to see him like this. I hugged him tight not wanting to even leave by his presence of even a second. He bought me a box full of chocolates and gifted me big teddy which had a letter stuck to it and a picture of dad , mom and myself as a kid with a caption " love is family." I pulled out the letter to read but papa had insisted me to read it later when he does so. 

Normally just like every year papa would take me to the park i would play my favorite rides and we would have my favorite Ice-cream and he would tell me stories of his adventurous moments , but not this time. He was sick and was unable to even walk five feet. 

''Are you okay papa?" I asked. He assured me he was fine and he was just a bit exhausted. 

As I held my dad for the second time his body froze and he held down to the ground. I screamed. I cried. The people around heard my cry and came for a helping hand. A man had called for the ambulance and they took my father to the most nearest hospital.He was admitted to peerless hospital. I was so depressed and realized that I had to spend my birthday with my dad at the hospital.