Bathtime with Daddy~ (Part 1)_(4)

~This story is completly fictional and created from my imagination!!!~

“Daddyyy! Bathtiiiime!!” my daughter yelled from down the hall. I got up from my office chair, closing my work documents. Taking care of my angel was far more important to me than paper documents or work.

Since my wife’s passing, I became a tragic wreck. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went to visit them in the summer; my wife died while she was gone. My parents already explained how “Mommy drank too much apple juice one night, and she went into the wrong side of the road, and was hit by a big truck. But she is with the angels now,” they told her. “She was in a happier place.” And she beilieved it. Economy was rough, society was brutal; I could hardly take her out to eat anymore with all of the budget cuts. There for a while, I thought I couldnt even raise my own daughter.

But once I had her back in my arms, something in me clicked. I was able to push past the depression and tragicness of the death of my wife, and managed to get back on my feet. I got a new, better job; one where I can work from home. I payed my bills on time, got her into a nice new school, and even had enough extra money to get us nice clothes and toys for her, and I was even able to take her to Chucky Cheese’s for her birthday. Life seemed to be taking a step in the right direction.