A GIFT FROM DADDY

Koni's POV I witnessed my parent's separation when I was five years old. My world crumpled down that day. Never in my widest dream had I thought my parents will get divorced. My mother packed our staircases in a hurry. She told me we had to leave for good and I will not get a chance to meet daddy again. I didn't want to leave my father all alone. I hated that idea so much, I couldn't bring myself into terms with it, but she assured me that she will be here with me till the day I am married. I am not married yet and she wants to leave me alone in this cruel world? I don't have any relationship with my father at all. Why mother? Can't you stay on this earth surface a little bit longer? I needed her to be here with my but she is soon to separated away from me, not only me only but from the existence of the living beings of this world. She will soon be put to rest and separated from her pain will mine begins. I pray and hope everything will be alright. TWO MONTHS LATER After the burial of my mother I couldn't cope with anything, my emotions were a mess. I couldn't bring myself into understanding what happened in the last two months. I felt numb, I could hit a wall but I couldn't feel the physical pain like I used to when my mom was still alive. Everyday when I look myself in the mirror I just wish I could see two reflections of me. I looked like my mother. Some people thought we were twins. The same sweet, warming smile. The same hair colour, golden ginger. Amber eye colour. I have seen them dull, without life, no happiness showing in them. I broke all mirrors in the house cause I used to see my mother through my reflection. I lost my job and the savings that my mother left me with are now to be to be used up. "I will go back to the country of my birth and see my father. I hope he will be happy to see me again," I give myself a little bit of hope. I need to search my mother's room to see if I could find anything about him. I don't remember much about him. His face is now blur in my mind. I hoped for many nights that he will come to take us but I guess it will never happen cause my mother is no more. I found only pictures of me and mother only. I traced my mother's face with my finger tip. My wound of losing her freshly opening up. I didn't know I was crying until I felt hot liquid rolling down my cheeks and my eye sight becoming blurry. I wiped away my tears and continue searching, hoping to find an address or his photos. I want to see Sam Williams' face again. My father who I missed. The only memories I have with him was during breakfast, lunch and dinner meals. The table was filled with joy and the atmosphere was lively. Everyone was happy, I was happy. The weekends I used to spend with my two loving parents are something I would trade for to relive them again. Atleast back then I was genuinely happy. Now I am just a twenty five years old despress lady. After what felt like forever I found my father's photos, address and all things containing of him. I grabbed everytging I needed from my mother's room and sprint into my own. I felt like I found a new reason to live again. " Koni you are going to meet your dad soon," I reassured myself. I packed everything and called for a cab. An hour later I was ready. I had no one to say goodbye to as I pushed everyone away from me. I looked back and smiled slightly. I got into the cab and the driver asks, "Where to miss?" I glanced back over the place I grew up with my mother and I felt a little bit lightheaded. "The airport," I said and my throat was crying 'I am thirsty'. Scared was how I felt till I arrived to the airport and even after I landed to the yet foreign and also home country of mine. I wasn't concentrating on the whole way to here. I went through all the security stations until I was my passport was stamped and that brought me back into reality. Now I need to find my dad. I asked someone about the Williams Logistics company and the told me it was located on the centre of the city. I was now at Lake View city. I found a cab outside the airportand asked the driver to drop me at my dad's company. "Lady do you have an appointment at that company?" Do I need to make an appointment to go to a company? "No I don't. Please just do you job and drive, okay?" I was pissed at his question cause I thought it was stupid to ask something like that. "Look miss, you can only go there if you have an appointment. If you don't have any you won't be allowed inside the premises." Now I was confused. How can that be possible? " Why is that?" I asked the driver hoping I could get some answers. " The owner of the company, Mr. Samson Williams, started that rule 20 years ago." Wait 20 years ago was when my parents got divorced. Why would daddy do that. The driver continued his story, "He was attacked at the office when he was with his first wife and the rumour has it that he was threatened to be killed if he continues living with his family cause his wife belongs to some guy. Apparently the wife run away from home and the wife, uh, I forget her name" I then said "Crystal" the driver immediately said "Yes! Crystal's father was a mafia boss. A month later the wife disappeared along with a baby girl called Koni. Mr. Williams went crazy and became cold and angry. He fired most of his stuff members because of petty things and no one can go close to him. Ten years later he married a woman called Kate and she had a daughter like his own. Some people say he loosen up a little bit. Maybe he thought he found his first wife and daughter back. A year later on he discovered that Kate had two sons that she hid and he went back to his old self again, and even worse. I felt sorry for my father, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably as I process what I heard. My father was all alone and he got cheated by his second wife. He tried to his numb his pain by looking for someone who cam be mom and me. I began to sob and more tears came rolling uncontrollably. He became cold his warmth was all gone. I took out my phone and searched his name. I looked at his face that got displayed on my screen. He was dull, lifeless. He had no joy on his face. This father of mine is different from the one I used to remember. "Miss, are you okay?" I was brought back to reality. I looked around and found that I was crying in a cab and I looked at the driver and he looked worried. I chuckled and smiled slightly, "Yes I am fine, I just felt sorry for leaving my father all alone for many years not knowing he was depressed. Sorry for having a melt down. Can you take me to Williams Logistics company please?" The driver looked at his phone and then me and back at his phone. As he was looking up his brows were knitting together. As he looked up his brows were knitted together and he had a questioning look on his face. "You look like his first wife Crystal, do you know him?" Did he know my mother? I matched his questioning face?