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The Last Flight Chapter 11
Date: 5/19/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
she replied, her honesty taking me a little by surprise. “Only you can know that and again, only by speaking with him. Now, I shall get him, yes?” I nodded and waited impatiently for her return. As my 'father' walked slowly through the door, my fear returned and I began to tremble again. He stood just inside the doorway, not speaking but just looking and wringing his cap in his hands. I studied him for a minute as I had no idea what to say to this man. He didn't look like my father. This man had grey hair and a grey moustache. My father, when last I saw him, had jet black hair and was clean shaven. This man looked so much older than the fifty years my father would have been and yet, something inside of me stirred in recognition. Although his face was badly scarred, as though he had been in a terrible accident, I could see in his eyes that he was my dad! I didn't know how to feel. I knew he could not hurt me, not here, and yet I didn't feel threatened by this pitiful figure before me. My fears had somehow given way to something very different, a strange joy that my father, my dad , was not dead after all. I don't know why but the first words I spoke were not as I planned them. “I don't know you,” I said calmly, “Why are you here?” Once again, I saw a tear form and drip slowly from the corner of his eye. “You know me, Karen,” he replied gently, “I can see in your face that you know me. I came to beg forgiveness and to make amends with my daughter for the terrible life I gave ...