Stage: Little girl
Oct. 16th, 2009 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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"Promise you won't cry, Daddy." His daughter's voice came out from behind her bedroom door. He stood poised outside with the video camera ready. This request from the girl puzzled him.
"Why do you say that, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Because the first time Papa took me to a recital, he cried," Rebecca answered. Peter couldn't help but chuckle a little at that. It was fairly easy for him to picture that. After all, Gabriel was very close to Rebecca. In fact he was usually the one who took Becca to her ballet rehearsals and recitals. But Peter wanted to be more involved so begged Gabriel to let him do it this time.
"I won't cry, Becca, I promise," Peter assured his daughter. "Come on out." The door opened and his young daughter stepped out.
Rebecca's ballet costume fit tight on her slender body. It was bright pink shimmering with glitter. Her hair was pulled back away from her face and bounced into light curls. The final blow came when Peter noticed she was wearing make-up. She looked so... grown up.
It seemed only yesterday this beautiful girl was just a baby. Peter could remember those days very clearly. If he closed his eyes he could form the right images in his head. Rebecca was stretched out in her crib, her little body wriggling. Even at that young age she was energetic. Peter leaned over her body and the girl's eyes widened as if she were trying to observe his whole body.
"Hey, there, pretty girl," he cooed, reaching down and rubbing her stomach. She gurgled happily at his touch.
"Daddy?" The baby's image faded and in its place stood this beautiful girl. "Daddy, are you okay?" Rebecca asked him.
"Yeah," Peter nodded. "I just... you look beautiful, Becca."
"Thank you!" she beamed. She curtsied, then spun slowly to show off her full costume. Peter held out a hand to her and she took it, spinning into his arms. He squeezed her tightly while still being careful not to mess up her outfit or make-up. Rebecca pulled out of the hug, regarding her father with a look of concern. "Are you going to cry, Daddy?" she asked him.
"No, sweetie," he said, laughing softly. "I'm not going to cry." He certainly felt like he wanted to do something, though. Emotion was brimming up inside him.
"Okay." She still looked a bit skeptical. She was giving him the same look Gabriel sometimes did, and the looks were so similar Peter couldn't help laughing a little.
Watching her dance that night, Peter couldn't help flashing back again to when she was a baby. Peter always heard that children grew up so fast but never realized how true that statement could be until now. But no matter how old she got, Rebecca was always going to be his little girl.
And yes, Peter's eyes did brim just a little.
"Promise you won't cry, Daddy." His daughter's voice came out from behind her bedroom door. He stood poised outside with the video camera ready. This request from the girl puzzled him.
"Why do you say that, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Because the first time Papa took me to a recital, he cried," Rebecca answered. Peter couldn't help but chuckle a little at that. It was fairly easy for him to picture that. After all, Gabriel was very close to Rebecca. In fact he was usually the one who took Becca to her ballet rehearsals and recitals. But Peter wanted to be more involved so begged Gabriel to let him do it this time.
"I won't cry, Becca, I promise," Peter assured his daughter. "Come on out." The door opened and his young daughter stepped out.
Rebecca's ballet costume fit tight on her slender body. It was bright pink shimmering with glitter. Her hair was pulled back away from her face and bounced into light curls. The final blow came when Peter noticed she was wearing make-up. She looked so... grown up.
It seemed only yesterday this beautiful girl was just a baby. Peter could remember those days very clearly. If he closed his eyes he could form the right images in his head. Rebecca was stretched out in her crib, her little body wriggling. Even at that young age she was energetic. Peter leaned over her body and the girl's eyes widened as if she were trying to observe his whole body.
"Hey, there, pretty girl," he cooed, reaching down and rubbing her stomach. She gurgled happily at his touch.
"Daddy?" The baby's image faded and in its place stood this beautiful girl. "Daddy, are you okay?" Rebecca asked him.
"Yeah," Peter nodded. "I just... you look beautiful, Becca."
"Thank you!" she beamed. She curtsied, then spun slowly to show off her full costume. Peter held out a hand to her and she took it, spinning into his arms. He squeezed her tightly while still being careful not to mess up her outfit or make-up. Rebecca pulled out of the hug, regarding her father with a look of concern. "Are you going to cry, Daddy?" she asked him.
"No, sweetie," he said, laughing softly. "I'm not going to cry." He certainly felt like he wanted to do something, though. Emotion was brimming up inside him.
"Okay." She still looked a bit skeptical. She was giving him the same look Gabriel sometimes did, and the looks were so similar Peter couldn't help laughing a little.
Watching her dance that night, Peter couldn't help flashing back again to when she was a baby. Peter always heard that children grew up so fast but never realized how true that statement could be until now. But no matter how old she got, Rebecca was always going to be his little girl.
And yes, Peter's eyes did brim just a little.