Bring your daughter... [ENG/ITA]

English Version

Remember my dear: one foot before the other. Yes! You're doing great!

The little girl nodded happily and went to her room.
The man put his coat on, took the car and went to work, the usual, boring work. During his lunch break, he called his wife.

Hello honey, it's me. Did you remember to give some food to our daughter?

He said.

...Yes, of course.

She answered.

A couple of hours later, he called another time: he couldn't say why, but he had the impression that his wife was forgetting something important.

Honey, it's me. Did you remember to feed our daughter?

He asked.

...Not yet... But I'm going to do it right now..!

She answered.

But... it's really late. I bet she is starving!

The man was really upset.

She's ok my dear... Everything is ok. We are waiting for you!

She hung up the phone.
He knew very well that she would not feed her. He was furious: he put on his coat, he took the car and drove to his home. He opened the door violently.

Where is my daughter? We should give her some food. She is surely starving!

He screamed, searching the house like crazy.

...My dear... please... be calm...

His wife talked to him, gently.

NO! We need to feed her! We have a lot of responsibilities! For the sake of God, we are her parents!

He searched all the house without success. Then he went to her wife, completely mad and with a really scary look.

WHERE IS OUR DAUGHTER?

He shouted to her face.
His wife collapsed to the floor and started crying.

Honey, please... we never... we never had a daughter in the first place.

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Italian Version

Ricorda amore mio: un piede dopo l'altro. Bravissima! Sei davvero in gamba!

La bambina annuì contenta e tornò nella sua cameretta.
L'uomo scese di casa, prese la macchina ed andò al lavoro. Il solito lavoro al computer, nel solito posto. Alla pausa pranzo, chiamò la madre di sua figlia.

Tesoro, ti ricordi di dar da mangiare a nostra figlia?

Chiese lui.

...certo caro.

Rispose la moglie.

Il pomeriggio le ritelefonò. Non sapeva dire perché, ma aveva l'impressione che la donna stesse dimenticando qualcosa d'importante.

Tesoro, hai dato da mangiare a nostra figlia?

Domandò preoccupato.

Non ancora caro... ma rimedierò

Rispose lei.

E' tardissimo! Vuoi farla morire di fame? Come sta?

Era molto preoccupato.

...bene. Va tutto bene. Ti aspettiamo a casa..!

Attaccò il telefono.
L'uomo sapeva che non le avrebbe dato da mangiare quel giorno. Prese il cappotto, uscì da lavoro e tornò a casa, infuriato.

Dov'è mia figlia? Dobbiamo darle da mangiare, avrà una fame da lupi!

Chiese lui a voce alta, cercando nella casa come un pazzo.

Caro... stai tranquillo... -

La moglie cercò di calmarlo.

NO! Dobbiamo nutrirla! Abbiamo delle responsabilità! Siamo i suoi genitori!

L'uomo cercò la figlia per tutta la casa, ma non la trovò. Si rivolse alla donna, ormai fuori di sè.

DOVE HAI MESSO NOSTRA FIGLIA?

Le urlò in faccia.
Lei crollò a terra e scoppiò a piangere.

Tesoro... noi... noi non abbiamo mai avuto una figlia.

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Many thanks to @swissclive for the great initiative!

English version: 297 words.
Italian version: 255 words.

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