One quiet evening, Isabella and Vera sat together in their small room. Vera was playing with her dolls quietly, but her face looked sad. Isabella noticed it.
My baby, what’s wrong? She asked softly. Vera looked up with teary eyes. Mommy, where is my daddy? Isabella’s heart dropped.
Vera continued, My friends, Jane and Myra, they always talk about their daddies. Jane said her daddy brings her chocolate biscuits. Myra said her daddy reads her bedtime stories.
But I don’t have any daddy. Isabella gently pulled her close. She didn’t speak at first.
Her hands shook slightly as she opened the top drawer of the small wooden cabinet beside her bed. She brought out a shiny gold necklace with the words K. Williams carved on it. Isabella smiled sadly and wiped her tears.
Vera, this necklace belongs to your daddy, she said softly. Vera’s eyes lit up. Really? Isabella nodded.
Yes. This is the only thing he left behind. I don’t know his name or where he is.
But this necklace reminds me of him. And now it will remind you too. Vera touched the necklace gently with her tiny fingers.
So this is my daddy’s necklace, she asked, her eyes big with wonder. Yes, my baby, Isabella said, placing it around her small neck. It’s your daddy’s necklace.
Please don’t let anyone touch it. This is the only memory we have of him. Vera smiled brightly.
Wow. I’ll show my friends at school. I’ll tell them I have a daddy too.
I have his necklace. Isabella shook her head gently. No, Vera.
You can show it, but don’t let anyone touch it. You must protect it. I will.
Mommy, Vera nodded happily. I will always wear it. I won’t miss my daddy again because I have his necklace now.
Isabella hugged her tightly. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but this time it wasn’t from pain. It was from love and the joy of seeing her daughter smile.
Meanwhile, in a luxury mansion far away, Kelvin sat on the balcony with his father, Chief Williams. They were drinking tea and watching the sunset. Son, his father began, you’re not getting any younger.
When are you going to settle down and marry? Kelvin chuckled. Soon. Dad, I’ve been thinking about it.
His father smiled. Good. Tricia is a nice girl.
I’ve met her family. I like her. Yes, dad.
I’ll get married to Tricia soon. She’s beautiful, smart, and well-behaved. But then Kelvin paused.
He stared into the sky with a thoughtful look. But sometimes I feel like something is missing, he added quietly. His father looked at him.
Missing. Like what? Kelvin shrugged. I don’t know.
It’s just this strange empty feeling inside me. I try to ignore it, but it always comes back. His father sighed deeply and placed his cup down.
Maybe it’s because of your late mom. You were very close to her, he said gently. Kelvin nodded slowly.
Maybe. You know what, his father continued. You need to get married.
That will help you feel complete. That emptiness, it will go away when you have your own family. Kelvin smiled faintly.
I hope so, dad. But deep in his heart, he didn’t know that the missing piece of his life was a small girl named Vera, wearing his necklace with pride, calling it my daddy’s necklace. A beautiful black car slowly pulled into the driveway of a modern house with white walls and flower pots at the entrance.
The driver’s door opened, and a classy, well-dressed young woman stepped out in high heels. It was Tricia, Kelvin’s girlfriend. She looked elegant in her fitted dress, her curly hair bouncing as she walked.
She held a designer handbag and wore light makeup that made her look rich and polished. Tricia was highly educated, bold, and stylish. Everything about her screamed power and beauty.
She walked up the stairs and pressed the doorbell. Cynthia, she called out cheerfully. The door opened.
Cynthia, her best friend, hugged her tightly. Oh, Tricia, look at you. Come in.
They walked into the living room, laughing. The place was neat and classy, just like Cynthia. She was also beautiful and full of confidence.
As they sat down, Cynthia poured some juice into two glasses. So tell me, Cynthia asked with a playful smile, how’s your man, Kelvin? Tricia smiled shyly and took a sip. He’s fine, she said, working hard as usual.
You know him. Cynthia raised her eyebrows. So when is he going to propose? Tricia sighed deeply and looked down at her glass.
He hasn’t said anything, Tricia replied. I don’t know what he’s waiting for. I love him so much, Cynthia, but I don’t know if he has any plans to settle down.
Cynthia sat up. What do you mean? You two always look happy together. You’re always smiling, traveling, taking cute pictures…
