Thread: Father, My Father... [Aileenansidhe x Father Figure]

RE Father, My Father... He worried so very much about her. HIs beautiful Abigail, what was there to truly say? She was young, beautiful, and intelligent. She looked so much like her mother, something that he often tried to overlook in his attempt to be a good father to her, to be a good man, and to allow the past to lie in the past. An avid student, she had easily surprised him with how intelligent she was, once again so very much like her mother. It was a source of hidden pain for him, something that he had never revealed to his daughter, that she was so similar to the woman he had once loved...and so very different from him. No, the only true thing that they shared was their dedication to trying to live up to that memory of the woman who had given her life and the woman that he had lost in childbirth, and perhaps for them both that was enough of a semblance as they truly needed to share. There was no real need for his daughter to truly ask whether or not he punished himself over her mother's death. The truth was evident in every act the older man undertook. He had raised her with a quiet determination that very few men ever had, the purpose of keeping her safe and away from the mistakes he and her mother had made evident. It had protected her innocence to be sure, but it had done nothing to prepare her for the world. Yet he had also done far more than merely raise her, he had moved away from the city and found a lovely community to live in, a small northern town that provided a respite from the hardbitten world that truly existed out there. Here they had thrived, his small church growing just as she had commented, and he had doted upon her. Where other parents had given their children PS4's, he had given her his love, and he hoped she understood it was a much more precious gift than any piece of technology or merchandise he could have purchased with his meager salary. Even more so he had become a pillar of the community here, working with several to perform charitable acts. They often worked hard for the local food bank, donating and collecting, aiding in a variety of ways. His attitude had infected his congregation, for this was no fire and brimstone church, but one consecrated with the fervent belief that to provide was to receive, and to give was to better not only others but yourself. That had been something he'd had particular problems with when he first arrived, but it was something that they had worked through after he had taken over the small church from the previous pastor. Not everyone had the right of what Christ tried to teach, not even the man standing there that Abigail was speaking with. Looking up at his words he gave a wane smile, his hands moving to place bibles back up into one of the cabinets before walking down the pews to pick up hymnals. His voice held a measure of solemnity to it as his eyes took in the sight of her, once more trying not to compare her to the past as he answered her words. I am sure people will come for whatever reason that come, in the end it doesn't matter the why, as long as we get them the message. Sometimes that's all that really matters in the long run. He took a moment, not answering the query about dinner, instead something else seemed to be on his mind. His eyes showed a bit more sorrow than usual as he considered her before turning to keep working, his voice thoughtful as he asked. Abby, hon, have you ever considered moving away? Following your own road in life?