This is a short, one-shot I wrote about Daniel/Bradford, I wasn't too happy with it, but I'll let wewe decide for yourself...:)
Disclaimer: Not mine, I get no money from this, purely for my entertainment.
A/N: Song is Reba McEntire. Just a short Daniel/Bradford one shot song fic.
The Greatest Man I Never Knew
Daniel sat in his apartment in the pitch black dark. He hadn’t even bothered to turn any lights on. He couldn’t face the light; au rather he didn’t want to. All he could think about was his father and his ‘son’ and even if he didn’t know for sure that Daniel was his son he knew he owed him, because if he was his son he knew how he felt.
Daniel knew what it was like to grow up with an ‘absent’ father, the pain it causes, the maswali it leaves permanently unanswered, and the never-ending quest for approval wewe feel certain that no matter how hard wewe try wewe can never get. Daniel was all too familiar with each of these emotions and he had always promised himself that he would NEVER let his son feel any of them.
He leaned back on the kitanda and sighed. Glancing to his left he saw a small radio inayofuata to him and felt the unexplainable urge to turn it on. When he did a slow country song began to play, he had never really been a shabiki and was kind of tempted to turn it off, but his exhaustion got the best of him. And later on when he looked back he was glad he didn’t. It was oddly just what he needed; it went a little something like this:
[i]The greatest man I never knew
Lived just down the hall
And everyday we alisema hello
But never touched at all
He was in his paper
I was in my room
How was I to know he thought I hung the moon
The greatest man I never knew
Came nyumbani late every night
He never had too much to say
Too much was on his mind
I never really knew him
And now it seems so sad
Everything he gave to us took all he had
Then the days turned into years
And the memories to black and white
He grew cold like an old winter wind
Blowing across my life
The greatest words I never heard
I guess I'll never hear
The man I thought could never die
S'been dead almost a year
He was good at business
But there was business left to do
He never alisema he loved me
Guess he thought I knew[i]
Disclaimer: Not mine, I get no money from this, purely for my entertainment.
A/N: Song is Reba McEntire. Just a short Daniel/Bradford one shot song fic.
The Greatest Man I Never Knew
Daniel sat in his apartment in the pitch black dark. He hadn’t even bothered to turn any lights on. He couldn’t face the light; au rather he didn’t want to. All he could think about was his father and his ‘son’ and even if he didn’t know for sure that Daniel was his son he knew he owed him, because if he was his son he knew how he felt.
Daniel knew what it was like to grow up with an ‘absent’ father, the pain it causes, the maswali it leaves permanently unanswered, and the never-ending quest for approval wewe feel certain that no matter how hard wewe try wewe can never get. Daniel was all too familiar with each of these emotions and he had always promised himself that he would NEVER let his son feel any of them.
He leaned back on the kitanda and sighed. Glancing to his left he saw a small radio inayofuata to him and felt the unexplainable urge to turn it on. When he did a slow country song began to play, he had never really been a shabiki and was kind of tempted to turn it off, but his exhaustion got the best of him. And later on when he looked back he was glad he didn’t. It was oddly just what he needed; it went a little something like this:
[i]The greatest man I never knew
Lived just down the hall
And everyday we alisema hello
But never touched at all
He was in his paper
I was in my room
How was I to know he thought I hung the moon
The greatest man I never knew
Came nyumbani late every night
He never had too much to say
Too much was on his mind
I never really knew him
And now it seems so sad
Everything he gave to us took all he had
Then the days turned into years
And the memories to black and white
He grew cold like an old winter wind
Blowing across my life
The greatest words I never heard
I guess I'll never hear
The man I thought could never die
S'been dead almost a year
He was good at business
But there was business left to do
He never alisema he loved me
Guess he thought I knew[i]
There is a striking contrast between America and her character
hujambo all. I have a great book -- definitely in the “Ugly Betty” mode -- to recommend. It’s called “The Flawless Skin of Ugly People” (by a guy named Doug Crandell) and it’s fabulous. It’s about the relationship between a misfit of a guy with really bad acne and his extremely overweight girlfriend. Think Jenny Craig ad crossed with ProActiv infomercial, and you’ll get the idea. The best thing, though, is that this is a real upendo story, really romantic. And a really comforting read for anybody (like me) tired of all the perfect Heroes and heroines in these kind of books. It’s out this week (and in paperback, which is good), and definitely worth buying.
