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My Daughter: A Narrative Fiction

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"My beautiful daughter. " My mother called me in a voice that will be hardly recognize by an ears. "Mama!!! " I called to her desperately while she was hugging me and protecting me to people who tries to hurt me.

I was waken up in the shaking of my teacher through my shoulder. The look in his eyes are full of worries and anxiety that make me shiver also at my thoughts.

"Are you okay, Elethea? " he asked me worriedly.

I just give him a smile and a nod so he can understand I 'm okay, even though I 'm not.

That dream in which my mother is holding me tightly in her arms, trying to protect me from the stabs of a sharp knife. She took all the wounds just to protect me and not to get wounded. It 's also so crystal clear in …show more content…

"You can enter now Mr. Aisley and your daughter. I will lead the way. " he said boringly and walk in front of us, with my father following while dragging me together with him.

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Especially for a butler his job is to be proper and welcome the guest properly. He is a failure for that job.

"So you are the doctor that my cousin recommend? " he said while smiling at us.

"Yes I 'am, my name is Benedict Aisley. " Introducing his name while shaking hands with the guy in front of us.

"So who is this girl beside you? She is so beautiful her skins is so white as a cotton. " noticing my presence and giving me a natural looking smile. I really hate when someone smile fakely, I will gladly accept if they are annoyed rather than to smile fakely. It 's kind of unnatural and ugly.

"Thank you for complimenting my daughter, your highness. This girl beside me is my daughter Elethea. " She proudly introduce me and I give a curtsy as as sign of respect.

I whisper to my father and I said I will wait outside to give them some time and space. He was kinda worried to leave me on my own but still he pats my head and agrees to it. He just remind me not to walk that far and I nod and leave the both of

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