Tears rolled down her cheeks as her lower lip quivered. “But you promised,” she said.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” he whispered. He had built up his daughter’s hopes for weeks and now he had just dashed them to pieces. Children didn’t understand the complexities of adult life, they only understood a promise given, a promise fulfilled and a promise broken.

The Victorian porcelain doll he got for her when she was 3 slid from her grasp, the head shattering as it hit the floor. A promise broken, a dream crushed, an heirloom destroyed and two broken hearts – it was more than he could bear. He didn’t try to stop the tears as he slowly turned around and started to walk away.

Author’s Note:

This was originally written several years ago at