His little girl

Sitting in the living room and trying to study I can hear him in the kitchen talking to her.

I’ve seen pictures, listened to her on the phone and looked at her toys. I know when her birthday is and when she wins a prize for the prettiest drawing in her class, I’ll probably hear about it. She prefers to take the scooter to school and she takes a sweetie to bed. She’s really cute when sleeping and has the longest eye-lashes ever. She has a pink little cell phone and sends the most adorable texts poking fun at her dad.

She’s a little phantom. She’s always around and at the same time never here. She completes him and needs him as much he needs her. I’m not part of it. However I feel like I am. I want to know all about her, meet her, smile at her, speak to her. Struggle with her accent and ask her what some word means. Explain others to her. Teach her some German and how to dance. When I cook lunch I wonder if she would help me if she’d be here. I can picture us walking along the river and being all girly and giggly and fun and childish and just us. She’s part of my thoughts a lot. Warm thoughts that often give me a very happy feeling. I like her.

It’s strange because actually I’ve never met her. Nevertheless I feel like she belongs to my life now. I’d have never known about her, but there’s something that connects us. Her dad who lives in two different worlds. I’m looking forward to the time when those two worlds fuse and become one. One complex but happy place that makes him feel perfect and complete. Because of us. Me and her.