Just Another Thought

Whos my daddy?

I'm sitting in my room on my bed watching a show, it reminded me of him.

My beautiful 4 year old daughter Joy walked in the room.

"Hay baby how was school?" I ask hugging her as she sat on my bed.

"It was good, my friend brought her dad in today!" She says. I smile. "That's nice" I say to her.

"Mommy, who is my daddy?" That question threw me off guard. But I better tell her.

"Your daddy, he was a nice, tall kind, beautiful man. His name was Jessie Olsen" I pet her head slowly as she smiles and waits for me to continue.

"He was the only lover I thought was worth it, he has your eyes, and your smile. He has a golden throat and the brains of a scientist. He was perfect, and that's what caught my attention he was their when nobody else was. But he loved another and the way I looked at him was the way he looked at her. And I thought that if he was happy so was I" I smile in remembrance of our time together.

"If he was happy with another girl then I would be happy for him. Then a few months later this little bundle of Joy came along" I smile tickling her. She laughs making me laugh. Jessie had that about him, his laugh made me laugh.

I had to tell him she existed. I haven't talked to him in years. Ever since she was born I never needed anyone. Maybe this will be nice.

I smile kissing her head.