“The A & B building was made entirely of driftwood”
On their way to home, she used to stop at that spot. No matter how much he tried, his little angel never moved.
Looking above, she tried to spell and whenever she spelt the letters correctly, her father’s heart got filled with joy and he used to take her in his arms.
With the passage of time father lost his vigour and his daughter moved on in her life and then the day came when she wore her wedding dress.
He cried on that night.
Two years later, once again the freshness returned on his face.
On that day, he wore his special dress and ignoring his walking stick he moved towards the door to welcome his guests.
Behind, the letter was placed.
I’ve never stopped dreaming about our walk. In my dreams that driftwood building is still fresh. I missed that time and guess what little Elizabeth is quite excited to meet you.
Your’s loving daughter
This post is a submission to Mondays Finish the Story by Barbra. Thanks Barbra for this challenge. I love this photo 🙂