I am joining with for Five Minute Friday. The goal is to write for five minutes about a word. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

The prompt is:




Abba and little girl played for what seemed like hours. Little girl loved playing with Abba. This was a new and exciting part of little girl’s life. Little girl was so full of life after running and playing and having fun with her father.

Within moments of feeling such joy and life, little girl was bombarded with thoughts of the past. None of her foster fathers had played with her like this before. She had been told that fathers didn’t have time to play with their little girls, especially foster girls. She had been taught that they were busy with other important matters. Playing with their little girl was simply not as important as other things in a father’s world.

Abba was looking at little girl as these thoughts went through her mind. The smile on her face had slowly faded away. He knew her thoughts and he could see the sadness in her eyes.

“Little girl,” Abba’s voice broke into little girl’s thoughts.

Little girl could barely look in Abba’s direction in this moment. The familiar cloak of shame had begun to touch her heart.

“Little girl, let’s go sit together and talk,” Abba said as he picked little girl up and looked at her with delight in his eyes.

“I love you, little girl. You’re worth every moment I spend with you. I have all the time in the world for you and I love spending time with you. Nothing could be more important to me than being with you and seeing you filled with joy. And always remember, I am your father.”

Abba’s words pierced little girl’s heart. His words and his actions shouted so much louder than the lies little girl had been told about what fathers were like.

Little girl looked at Abba with excitement in her eyes, “Can we go play more?”

Abba set her down and started running, “Come on. Let’s race!”

Little girl started running. The shame and fear left her as love and joy filled her heart again.

5 thoughts on “Playtime

  1. Shannon,
    What a beautiful portrait of the Father’s love, especially for the fatherless. Honest + tender. Thank you for joining up with FMF this week. Keep writing and Happy New Year! -Christina (#70 at FMF)

  2. Shannon,
    oh yes! I’m actually composing a post on the “late night liars” and how their whispers sound like shouts at night. This resonated well with me. Thank you for such a delightful story! And also, for coming over to visit me.
    (#63 this week)

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