I do not own Harvest Moon. Nor do I own Little Wonders by Rob Thomas where I got my title. I just own my computer.
Oh and please review and give me feedback. I promise it will get less depressing after the prologue.
PrologueI am small. My hands are clutched together behind my back. My palms are miniature. My fingers are short and pudgy. I am three, maybe four?
My silver hair (just like Daddy's!) is curly and wild around my shoulders and my pink princess night gown stands out against my cinnamon skin.
"Daddy."
His back is to me. His Big Bag (the leather suitcase he takes on his weekly departures) is being rapidly filled with shirts, pants, and all the rest of his clothes.
He grunts.
"Daaadddyyy." I let my voice whine on. This ussually gets his attention.
He is muttering to himself. I realize that they are figures. Numbers.
"Go back to bed, Shawna."
I frown. I stick my tongue out at him through the hole where I have lost one of my teeth.
"But I-"
"Go back to bed!" He thunders.
My father is tall, broad-shouldered. The muscles in his back have tensed. His fists are clenched. I whimper. I don't belong in here with this angry stranger who looks like my Daddy.
I flee from the room into the living room. Mommy is in her usual spot at the table.
Her hair is stringy. Her eyes are shut and she is snoring loudly. Her face is pressed to the wooden surface of the table. There is an empty glass and a large bottle next to her.
Mommy is not old. But her face is tired. Her eyes look old. They are red and remind of glass windows.
The house is dark. I whimper and shake her arm as hard as I can. She groans deep down and turns her face away. Tears began to run.
Daddy enters the tiny living room. He stares at Mommy. He looks sad, angry, and disgusted. Mommy has done something wrong. He is Dissapointed.
Dissapointed is the longest word I know. Daddy uses it a lot.
And then he gets on one knee. I run to him. I hit him full force but he does not budge. Daddy is like a rock.
His eyes are drippy.
"Shawna, baby, I'm going away, okay?" He whispers. I bury my damp face in his black shirt. His voice is cracking and sounds funny.
"Two days?" I ask him.
It's our thing: two days. I hold up to fingers and I get a kiss for each finger.
He kisses my forhead, instead.
"Will you be good for Chel- Mommy and Aunt Julia?" He asks me.
I nod and whisper in his ear, "I promise."
He wipes his eyes and takes of his black cowboy hat. It is placed on my head after he ruffles my hair.
"I love you." He tells me.
I stand in the doorway. The sun is coming up. I lean against the door frame. He grows small as he walks the path off Little Piece of Heaven.
An hour, a moment, maybe a second passes. . . the truth sinks in. He is leaving me with Mommy. Forever.
"Daddy!"
I am screaming. I am barefoot, still in my night gown, and the cobblestone path is cutting up my feet as run down it blindly.
I am still shouting as I run through the center of town. People watch me frozen as they turn around their open and closed signs. I ignore them.
"Daddy! No!"
Blind, running, racing. Beat the boat. Catch the boat.
Suddenly I am on the pier. My vioce is hoarse but I am still going. He cannot leave me. He will hear me and come back.
"Dad-" My voice is drowned out by the fog horn. He is gone. I begin to weep. Sobs come from deep down in me where sadness I didn't kow was possible could hide.
Later that day Aunt Julia will find me. She will carry home. Mommy will be angry. Aunt Julia will take me back to he house.
I am quiet. My fight is gone.
People will whisper things. They will use the words 'poor dear' and 'alcoholic' and 'child custody'.
I will block them out. I will wait at the pier. Daddy will come back.
Daddy loves me.
Oh and please review and give me feedback. I promise it will get less depressing after the prologue. 
