The little girl sat sobbing.
The father watched her for a while. He had tried to console her, but the loss was too great. Her mother just wasn’t there anymore. He stood looking at his wife’s photograph on the sideboard: her hair, her complexion. He looked back at his daughter. The void she had left was obviously unbearable for her. A child so young should never be left without a mother…
He was saying, “No, sweetheart.”
“Please!” she beseeched.
“No, honey, we can’t do that.”
She began to cry again, saying, “Daddy, I really miss her.”
He felt the emotion of it and stoically said “I know.”
“Can we go to see her? I just want to see her!”
Very gently, he said, “Sorry my love, we can’t do that.”
With a sudden burst, now close to anger, she cried out “Why can’t we?”
“Because Daddy gave her a coupon for her birthday… right now she’s out at a special shop having a luxury beauty treatment.”
