2. Swing Pappa
"Swing pappa! Swing!" The little 3 year old girl said exited, while she ran to the little swing in the big oak tree. "Careful sweetie. You don't wanna hurt yourself. Do you?" Her dad picked her up with a smile and put her on the swing. He loved her so much.
13 years later, that same girl sat on that same swing, at the exact same swing, crying. Her dad passed away today. The little 16 year old girl, was completely alone, in this big, scary world. She was so sad. Her best friend was gone, forever. "I'm sorry pappa. I'm really sorry." She whispered and looked up on the stars. She cried her eyes out. She didn't know what to do. She felt... Empty. An empty shell. "I remember the day," She giggled a bit. "the day we were swinging together, right under this tree. You were always scared i would fall down. I always fell down, but you would always put me back up. And now... Now you're gone. Who's gonna put me back on the swing? Who's gonna push me?" She started swinging back and forth, back and forth. It wasn't her. Her feet didn't touch the ground beneath her. Something was pushing her. Or, someone was. She looked behind her. Nothing. She slowly stopped swinging again. She got up and looked on the swing once again. She let out a small tear. She turned turned and looked around. The old forrest hadn't changed a bit since that day. Suddenly, a wind flew around her.
Not a wild wind, but a little wind. She smiled a bit. She knew who were the one to blame "Hi pappa." She said with a little giggle. She felt a hand on her left cheek. He was here. A tear touched her cheek once again. "Shhhhhhh." The wind whispered. She knew it was for her. "Swing pappa." She said with a smile. She wasn't alone.