Under The Quiet Moon

The waves kiss the sand.
The moon hangs quietly above, its reflection trembling on the water.
A father sits on a bench with his little girl. Their feet are in the cool water, letting it wash over them.
Nearby, a young couple shares an ice cream, laughing, holding each other close.
The little girl looks at them, then at her father.
She asks him if he and Mommy ever sat like that.
He looks at the moon.
“No, baby,” he says softly.
She asks, “Why not?”
He breathes in the cold night air, watching the couple laugh.
“Because Mommy didn’t love me the way I loved her.”
The little girl looks down at the water, moving her small feet.
“Then why did you marry her?” she asks.
His eyes glisten under the moonlight.
“Because I wanted to love her,” he says. “Even if she couldn’t love me back.”
A wave washes over their feet.
She asks, “Then what happened?”
He looks far away, into the darkness, into the past.
“I let her go,” he says. “So she could be with the one she truly loved.”
Tears gather in his eyes.
“Daddy, don’t cry,” she says softly.
He smiles, blinking back the tears.
“I’m not crying, baby,” he whispers. “Just remembering.”
He pulls out a small photo and gives it to her.
“Look, Alma. This is your mom.”
She studies the photo and smiles.
“Daddy… she looks like me.”
He looks at her, a tender smile breaking through.
“No, baby,” he says. “You look like her.”
She laughs, and he laughs softly with her.
She climbs onto his lap, resting her head on his chest.
They sit there under the moon, letting the waves touch them, letting the silence hold them.
“Daddy,” she whispers, “will you always stay with me?”
He kisses the top of her head.
“Always, baby,” he says.
And they stand up, hand in hand, walking along the shoreline as the moonlight follows them, the waves whispering softly around their feet.
A father and daughter, under the quiet moon, letting the world move around them, while they hold onto each other.

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