The Pawns Power

As I was getting ready for school, I heard my father summon me downstairs for breakfast. I hastily put on my backpack. "I'm coming," I yell, checking myself in the standing mirror.

My name is Cynthia De'Lacruz, and I'm in my last year of kindergarten, so you can guess my age; I'm only five years old, and I'm also my father's baby girl; he raised me alone since he said my mother is far away and will never see her again; I knew she was late, but my father never told me that.

My father, Lucas De'Lacruz, works in the mafia and always hides his business from me to protect me, but I knew and pretend I don't because he thought I was just a small girl.

I lace my shoes and proceed down the stairs to find my father waiting for me in the dining room. As soon as he sees me, a smile appears on his face, and he stands up, kisses my cheeks, and motions for me to take a seat.

"Here, princess, you should eat quickly so that you don't be late for school." He murmured this while lightly ruffling my hair. I nodded and chewed on my sandwich.

"Hmmm! "This is fantastic, Dad, I can't get enough of your sandwiches, they're always the best," I remarked, a smile spreading over my cheeks. "Dad, I adore you," I said.

"I adore you too, my darling girl," he whispered as he rushed over to pick me up. I'd finished my meal. I don't need a mother or anyone else because I'm always with my father. He's already my protector; after all, I don't know what a mother's affection feels like, but my father feels all the voids in my heart.

We drove from our house to my school, and I hurriedly jumped out of the car to say goodbye to my father. He called me back and handed me a box of chocolates for breakfast, and offered to pick me up right after school was out. I nodded and dashed to my class, my father standing nearby watching me till I entered.

The breakfast bell rang hours later, and everyone dashed out of the classroom. I couldn't since I was still drawing my father. I wanted to show him how pleased I was with his princess and baby girl in class. I was almost finished when I heard a wailing voice at the other end of the class; it was a little kid perhaps older than me, his head hunched onto his kneel, and I couldn't help but fold my sketching paper and mosey over to him.

"Hello," I murmured quietly. He didn't look up and kept going. "What's the matter with you?" I asked calmly, recalling how my father often asked me when I sobbed.

"Just leave me alone," he murmured, swatting my hand away.

I dashed off to get two chocolates from my backpack. "Will you be my friend?" I said as I extended my chocolate-covered hand to him. I noticed a bright smile on his face when he looked up. I nodded firmly after he paused for a moment. "I appreciate it," he said.

"What's the matter with you crying?" I inquired after taking a seat next to him.

"My father always abuses my mother, and she weeps a lot in pain," he remarked, as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"It's okay," I said, "I don't want to see my friend cry again." He grinned.

"How do I address you?" He inquired. "Cynthia," I said back.

"What age are you?" I inquired, intrigued.

"How about you, I'm seven years old?" He, too, inquired.

"I'm five years old," I explained, and we headed outside to play. "Here you go," he said.

"What?" I inquired, and he opened his palm for me to view, and what a lovely ring it was.

"Woah! This is stunning "I commended him.

"Yes, it is; I promise to give it to my close friend at school; I have one as well," he continued, showing me the same ring. "Thank you very much; I'll show it to my father when he arrives to pick me up. It's fantastic "I uttered, and as it was the end of breakfast, we both returned to our classes.

Finally, lessons ended, and I looked for my new acquaintance, but he was nowhere to be found. I glanced about the room but found nothing, As a result, I departed sadly, the students did not get to meet my father. I was going to unlock the car door when I overheard my father talking on the phone and couldn't help but listen in.

"I want to protect her, but in this mafia environment, I can't. My baby girl's life would be in jeopardy. Besides, what guarantee do I have that the boss will not brutally murder me? He assassinated John and Deere without remorse, despite their contributions to the organization. You're aware that Laura left him for me. So seeing me every day may serve as a reminder of that, and who knows what envy can do? It's safe to say I'm leaving town for good. I am even willing to abandon the country and continent for peace to rule "I overheard my father say.

"Listen, dude, I can't do it any longer, I'm sorry, my daughter needs a better life, and baby girl's life will be jeopardized." I'm not sure what the person on the other end said, but I heard my father's voice again. "Man, I knew the boss was the one who killed my wife, Laurence, but I'd never confronted him because I knew what he'd done for me, he was the reason I became a better person today and I will forever be indebted to him, but for peace, to reign, I will not endanger my princess life, so I'm leaving the mafia world in peace." I couldn't tell him I was eavesdropping, so I opened the car door, and Dad immediately ended the call.

"You're here, baby girl," he replied, smiling.

"Yes, dad, take a look at what I've got," I responded, holding up my left hand to show him my ring.

"Wow, where did you find this princess?" he inquired.

"A new friend gave it to me since he claimed I'm his special friend," I explain.

"How can I meet your new friend?" he inquired.

"I'll bring him to you tomorrow," I promised.

"Oh! It's lovely; I hope you express your appreciation."

"Yes, dad," I answered, telling him everything that had transpired at school. He drove me to the ice cream shop, where he ordered a tub for me, and we returned home. I was overjoyed as I played with my father's hair.