Face Without A Name
A young daughter saw a writing on the wall. She was scared and ran away. When she reached her home, the mother asked why she looks so frightened and gasping. Daughter told her mother that she saw something very strange outside. The daughter never passed by the said wall again.
Morning the next day, the daughter being so naughty, went to a neighbor's garden and picked some flowers and went home. She offered them to her mother.
"Thank you very much, my child. I missed the flowers for a long time!" the mother panting.
"Can I ask you something, Mom?"
"What is it?'" mother replied.
"Who is my father?" asked the daughter.
The mother said that her father died in an accident, ran over by a bus owned by a church in a nearby street. The daughter sighed and went to her room immediately. Many days and nights, and for many years, the daughter longed for a father. The mother never talked about her father since she was five. The daughter was growing up not knowing a father. She didn't know what the word "family" means and what is it there in the family that completes the idea.
One night while inside the bedroom, the daughter opened her window. Looked up in the sky, watching the beautiful moon. She was wondering because that night she didn't see any single star. She just thought, just maybe, God is already asleep. She forgot to close her window and slept.
That same night, a gust of wind blew inside the room. She was awakened and looked around her room, constricting. She saw a big shadow passing by. She winked many times and stood up. The big shadow was walking towards her then turned towards the open window. She peeked outside the window, but there's nobody there. It cannot be her mother because her mother sleeps in the room, just behind the thin wooden wall where her bedboard rests. After about an hour, the daughter wanted to say something to her mother and knocked at her bedroom wall. Nothing, no response. The daughter was tapping the wall hard, still nothing. The daughter rose and went to her mother's room. Her mother was not there. It's already three o'clock in the morning that moment when she stepped outside with a flashlight in her hand. She moved around the big lot with so many trees around. Then she saw a woman hanging on a tree and screamed. She scampered back to the house and cried out loud. Immediately she called for help in the neighborhood and was comforted by her neighbors.
The daughter now lives in the house alone after the traumatic incident. She called some of her mother's relatives and asked if she can leave the house at the soonest time and move to their place, or maybe sell the house and live somewhere else.
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In the new place where the daughter moved, she received a letter from somebody. Another letter with the same handwriting was sent after two weeks, telling the daughter that the sender is her father. In the two letters, the father is asking for forgiveness for being so selfish, abandoning her and her mother for a long time.
The father is a priest in a suburb. The father only knew the daughter's address from the father's long time friend in the neighborhood.
"I am your father... a face without a name. I regret for not having you and your mother by my side for a long time. At the soonest, we will be together again, my child!"
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