Katya hung her blonde head while tears coursed down her sunken cheeks. "I know I've given you a hard time because we don't share DNA – I've been an ungrateful brat and always made things difficult."
A solitary tear trickled out of her eye and captured a sunbeam which made it sparkle like a liquid diamond. "I'm sorry. It doesn't take DNA to make a father, it takes love. You gave me that – not him." She sniffed, and looked down at the freshly dug earth. "I love you too, Daddy, I just wish I'd told you before it was too late."
(***This short short was first published in the excellent journal , Long Story Short.)
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