It was the first time Arlie had seen her father in a while. The last she had seen of him was when she was a child, before her mother isolated her from the rest of the world, and before her mother vanished all together. She was nervous, and it plainly showed, since the poor teen aged pae had never fully learned how to control her emotions and seem stoic in situations. Even her mother was good a putting on a smile when she felt fear.
In her hands was a large folded up letter. The edges were worn and it looked like it had been read many times over. Even though it wasn't that old, it was already starting to yellow with age, and with a care and love that she couldn't express. Out of all the things in her life, the disappearance of her mother was the hardest thing for Arlie to face.
Still, she had gotten over herself to come here today. The young girl had no idea what to expect from her father but she wouldn't be surprised if it was met with anger. For the letter in her hands was meant for him much more than it was meant for her.
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