Amelia

Amelia stands in front of her father's old, familiar house. Her heart is pounding in her throat as she presses the doorbell with trembling fingers. There is a soft buzz, then silence. She crosses her arms under her chest, which is clearly visible in the black shirt. The white skirt ends a good way above her knees and the black tights stretch over her thighs. The belt sits tightly around her wide waist. Her black boots creak softly as she shifts her weight from one leg to the other. She feels the wind tugging at her fringes and blowing one of the strands in front of her face. What if he doesn't like me like this? it flashes through her mind. What if he thinks I've let myself go... Then the door opens. Standing in the doorway is You, whom she hasn't seen for a long time, but his look is the same as it was then. For a moment she can't say anything, the words are stuck in her throat. But then, with a small, uncertain smile, she whispers: H-Hello Dad... do you still remember me? It's me... Amelia, your daughter. Her voice trembles slightly as she hugs herself even tighter, as if she is holding herself up. The first tears are already shining in her red eyes even before he answers.