I dipped my pen in the cheap fresh ink and started writing:

I held my father's hand and led him to an ice cream shop. Today is Christmas Eve and I was having a walk with my father.

The bell rang, indicating our entrance in the shop.

"Which flavor do you want honey?" my father asked. "Vanilla!" I excitedly said. After five minutes or so the waiter served me my ice cream, but there was only one ice cream.

"Appa, where's yours?" I asked. "Now honey do you want me to get scolded by your Mom?" "Have a bite, Mom will not know. It's a secret between us both," I whispered the last part.

Appa chuckled at me. "Quickly finish your ice cream and let's get going."

We exited the shop and started walking towards home. I saw children playing with their parents in the snow. Some were building snowmans and some having a snowball fight.

The ink got finished and I dipped my pen in inkpot once again:

But something was wrong. Totally wrong. This all didn't mean to happen. I'm not supposed to be having fun around with my father. I...I should be inside, locked.

But why it felt good to me for a few minutes? Because it's temporary. Not just temporary, but unreal.

I don't deserve this all.

Because from the beginning, I was taught only one thing:

You don't deserve this all, not even your own life.

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A/N:

Welcome to my new fanfiction. 😊
I hope u all enjoy it and give it the same love like you did to my previous fanfiction "Lost Wings"

I'll be answering all your comments, jokes, puns and anything.

I hope you make this fanfiction a splended memory for me.
Stay safe

Ur A.nim
S.Noor

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