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A voice that I had never forgotten. A voice that had called me mama several times. Everything froze and I could hardly see anything or anyone else.
"But what if I say please?" the voice asked again.
I looked around me. "Sophia? Sophia?"
I started to call for my daughter. It was her voice, a little grown up, but it was her voice. I had found her. She was with a teddy bear and a look of pure bliss.
I dropped my documents and bag.
"Sophia? Sophia?" I couldn't hold back the tears that fell.
She stopped and looked at me then waved. I ran towards her, falling to my knees to hug her. "Sophia, Sophia my angel."
What was going on? She was dead. I knew that but this size, this voice, it was my baby.
"Oh my goodness, I missed you so much," I said as I continued to sob.
Her tiny hands reached for my head and patted me gently, "Are you okay, ma'am?"
Ma'am?
"Don't cry," she said. "Daddy can help you if you're hurt. I'll tell him for you."
So sweet. She wasn't my daughter. I knew she wasn't my Sophia but she felt like it. She continued to console me as she continued stroking my hair. Someone placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Leave her alone, Grandma, she's hurt," Sophia said.
"Oh if you say so, Chloe," the lady who was her grandmother said.
"Call Daddy," the little girl said. So intelligent and responsible. I felt ashamed of myself, unable to let go of her.
Lady luck definitely deserved her pizza sacrifice. This was the most bittersweet kind of luck I had ever gotten. I wanted to abandon my job as a nurse and beg whoever her parents were to let me be her maid or something. That's if I didn't get arrested for harassing a child in public first.
Chapter six
We Meet Again
Ben
I yawned and checked my wristwatch. Chloe and Mom had not yet arrived. The nurse was yet to arrive as well. I felt like I hadn't done anything that day. I was surprisingly less busy, so I decided to leave the office earlier.
"Maybe I'll take her to the park as I promised," I said to myself.
My leaving early tethered on whether the nurse finally arrived or not. I called Ethan but he didn't answer his phone even after three tries.
"Strange," I frowned and tried calling Stacy instead.
She answered on the second try, but her sniffling sounds told me she had been crying, "Hello, sir?"
"Are you okay?" I asked. "Ethan isn't answering his phone. Did something happen?"
"He forgot his phone," she said in an annoyed tone but a sob managed to slip through.
"Why are you crying?" I asked.
"I stubbed my pinkie toe," she replied.
It was definitely a lie but I didn't bother trying to find out.
