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She watched me stealthily, out of the corner of her eye. I whipped around to catch her in the act, but her nose was buried in the book by then.

I turned back to the counter, hand on my hip and observed the clock over the stove. It was twenty to eight.


The doorbell rang. She leapt out of her chair and went racing for the door. A smile escaped my lips.

He stepped in, scooped her up in his strong arms and gently kissed his daughter’s cheek.

He’s the lucky one, to have so much love waiting for him.

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This is written in response to Write Tribe’s 100 Words on Saturday 2014-7

The prompt for this Saturday wasΒ 

s/he’s the lucky one


For more short 100-word posts or to write one of your own , click on the link above!
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Categories: FictionParenting

Shilpa Garg · February 23, 2014 at 6:03 pm

Awww!! That's so sweet! Fathers are daughters' first love!! πŸ™‚ β™₯

Aparna · February 23, 2014 at 6:05 pm

Awww.. cute depiction of that special father-daughter bond πŸ™‚

Shailaja V · February 23, 2014 at 6:13 pm

Hmph, after all that we mothers do for them πŸ˜‰ But, it is so lovely to watch.

Shailaja V · February 23, 2014 at 6:13 pm

Thanks! Glad you liked it πŸ™‚

Beloo Mehra · February 24, 2014 at 6:21 am

Such lovely post!

Sreeja Praveen · February 24, 2014 at 6:59 am

A BIIIG Yess to that πŸ™‚ IT happens all the time, and I can see it happen, even if my little P is a little less than 2 yrs old πŸ™‚ And my mom tells me I was the same as a kid, so I have no reasons to complain πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Good one πŸ™‚ Cute imagery you've created !

Shailaja V · February 24, 2014 at 7:17 am

Thanks Beloo πŸ™‚

Shailaja V · February 24, 2014 at 7:25 am

I was more a momma's girl, while my sister cozied up to my dad. And, as time progressed, the bond towards both parents equalised and became filled with love. So, there is always hope πŸ™‚

Michelle Liew · February 24, 2014 at 11:46 am

Aww! Reminds me of the times we simply couldn't wait for dad to come home!

Shailaja V · February 24, 2014 at 11:50 am

The best moments of our lives πŸ™‚

Nabanita · February 24, 2014 at 4:01 pm

Ohh reminds me of the days I used to run to my dad….I still do when I'm at home πŸ™‚

Shailaja V · February 24, 2014 at 5:23 pm

Dads are really special, where daughters are concerned πŸ™‚

dxbnidblog · February 25, 2014 at 5:00 am

wow i have no other word dxbnidblog

vishalbheeroo · February 25, 2014 at 9:27 am

Heart warming and love post full of happiness:)
http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/two-today-package-on-write-tribe-55100-ers

nibhz · February 25, 2014 at 9:35 am

It's true! Daughter's love is the purest! Reminds me of the time when my Dad was posted elsewhere and I used to wait for days to meet him.. *nostalgic*
Lovely take on the prompt!

Shailaja V · February 25, 2014 at 10:12 am

Aww,, thanks πŸ™‚

Shailaja V · February 25, 2014 at 10:13 am

Glad you enjoyed it, Vishal.

Shailaja V · February 25, 2014 at 10:14 am

And it seems to be true across cultures. What magical bond is this between dads and daughters?

Corinne Rodrigues · February 25, 2014 at 2:19 pm

This is sweet, Shailaja! Indeed, he's the lucky one. πŸ™‚

Shailaja V · February 25, 2014 at 3:26 pm

Thanks Corinne! And thank you for the tweet as well.

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