A father should be...
Every time you meet someone, you always wonder what they see.
It was one of the first things her mother ever taught her. And well she
would know. She always saw and knew more about people with a handshake
than P.I’s did after a month of background checks.
She guessed when you have a lot of secrets; it’s easy to pick up on others who do too.The
biggest one she found about her mother was about her father. She shut
the subject off completely making sure Lilly didn’t even know a name.
Now Lilah never lied to her by saying something like her father was
dead. Since Lilly was three and she’d come home wanting to know why
unlike her school mates; she didn’t have a Daddy, Lilah’d just kept
saying that it didn’t matter and to stop asking her.
noticed the hurt and angry look in her mother’s eyes and her tone of
voice whenever she asked about her father, so she did what any normal 11 year old would do and looked through her mother’s things when she wasn’t
home. Once she had a picture and a name she was set.
getting to London from New York City without her mother being able to
track her or accompanying her was a different story. She was still a minor after all. Thank
goodness for her god given charm and hard cash.
always known she had a father, but that was where the subject ended for
her ‘darling’ mother. She’d been so busy being miss big shot CEO lately
she probably didn’t even realize Lilly was gone yet. She had taken a
bus and then a plane all the way from New York to London, and had little trouble
convincing the nice bus driver, and then the flight attendant that she had to be allowed on board alone.
what felt like the longest flight in history the 11 year old finally got
off at a grand looking English country estate. Lilly felt super nervous now that she
was here, she gathered up her courage and knocked on the door and waited
for someone to answer. She had his picture in her bright pink Barbie
(Open to Wes and anyone else)