The Defintion of a Father..She Does Not Know

      The leaves gathered dust as they lay on the ground. The cluster of them ranging from a soft yellow to a crisp brown. The little girl stared at them, bewildered. Just once would be enough. All it would have taken was one time for her to be happy. But of course, not even the simplest request could be slightly considered by Him. He shut down any offer, without even a second glance. Within no time, he was gone. So much for spending the weekend with Him. All the little girl wanted was to jump in the pile of leaves with him once. Grandma couldn't do it, she never even stood up--and the little girl didn't know why. But now there was no one. He left a lot. Seemed to be every time she asked to play. Or cuddle. Or asked anything in general. She didn't understand. She say him every weekend..Or was supposed to. She actually rarely "saw" him. Another wasted weekend. Another weekend of her going home and meaning it when she said she did nothing. Damn, and at age 4 too.