The world is chaotic and cold. No love to give and no warmth to feel. It was easy to live in that kind of world when it was the environment you were raised in-it's just sad for the ones who were thrown into the mix without warning.
The only advice...
"Zuri, I promise. I'm coming back." Jerome tried calming down his emotional daughter as he slipped his jacket on.
"But you said that last time." A young and saddened Zuri whined. Her face was stained with tears and her eyes were puffy and red from crying for an hour straight.
"I waited and you didn't come back, da'." She felt tears tickling her eyes once again and Jerome sighed. He never knew how to comfort his daughter. He wasn't an affectionate person and raising a girl all on his own was hard for him. Almost impossible.
He got down on one knee at eye level with his daughter who watched his movements very closely.
"Listen to me," his voice came out stern and hard letting Zuri know what he was about to say was important.
"What have I always told you?" He asked her staring in her eyes. Zuri started squirming and whining feeling a little intimidated by her own father.
"B-But dad-" she was cut off by his glare.
"Stop that whining shit, Zuri!" He lowered his voice remembering who he was speaking to. "Now, what have I always told you about these damn emotions."
She stared at him. Her bottom lip started to quiver but she wouldn't dare let out another cry infront of this man.
"You've always told me emotions possess the power of weakness..." she trailed off wiping her face as silent tears ran down it.
"And why is that a bad thing?"
Zuri took a deep breath before standing up straight. "Because...because people can use that against me."
