{artemis liles}{d8}{wip}

    "Missy."


    I look to my right, confused as to why someone would know my name. The voice sounded rough and familiar, but only vaguely, like the experiences you remember when you were three. I'm surprised by how much he looked like me; full lips, small nose, soft face and strong brows. However, my mother gave me my bright blue eyes and narrow face I have now. And at that simple thought, I know exactly who this man is.

    "Father?"

    He nods, a small smile curving his lips, so similar to mine. His expression looks pained, but I can't tell if this is just how it naturally looks; my eyebrows are upturned too. His rough hands place a piece of paper into my lacy fingers, so delicate compared to his. It was folded and yellowed, as if it has been sitting somewhere, waiting for me. For all I know,  it has. My father was a very patient man. Sadly, I did not inherit such a trait.