Literature
Daddy's Hurt
Nemises sat by the window, her small, round face pressed against the glass. The glass fogged up in tiny clouds with each breathe through her nose. Her red eyes scanned the sky anxiously, looking for a hint of a warm, glowing orange.
“What are you looking for, sweetheart?”
Nemy didn’t even turn to acknowledge her mother’s voice. She kept her face firmly squished against the cold window, her eyes wide and eager.
“Daddy.” Nemy now pressed her hands up against the window, trying to get a better view outside.
“Honey, Daddy is at work right now. He won’t be back till a little later,” Touko coo