After

Alice l put her pen down and masaged her writing hand, She had been writing for hours. And it had taken quite a toll on her hands.
She glanced down to her journal that lay on the side of her desk, And she could'nt help but think of her youth. For when she was younger, Angered by the lack of investigation of her fathers dissapearence she decided to search herself. Being the well-read women she was, She knew of ways to solve probelms such as this but came with a dead end.
Her father always told her about a special world in which improper was proper. Where Imagination ruled, A special type of world. The story's had enchanted her as a child but when he dissapeared, The storys stopped. But she never wouldv'e guessed, That in that made-up world was her answer. And so she found 'Wonderland'.
"Mamma?" squeaked the voice of a child, Alice turned to find Amy. Her daughter.
Amy was sleepy-eyed and dressed in her nightgoen clutching a stuffed rabbit, But what was striking about her was her resemblence to a certain man.
"Yes hun?" Alice asked picking Amy uo and sitting her on her lap.
"We have a dad, don't we?" Amy asked so innocently her eyes growing lager with curiosity. Alice couldn't lie and say that she had no father considering she wasn't married. But that truth? Alice could barely even admitt it to herself without feeling down.
"Why, of course hun" Alice finaly said wiping a smudge of ink off of Amy's cheek.
"Then" Amy said again, choosing her words carefully "Where is he?" Now this question Alice was'nt ready for. Alice thought about her answer carefully. But it was difficult, She just couldn't lie.
"Why, He's in a magical world your mom visited years ago before you were born. You and your brother sure do take after him." Amy started smiling. Hearing about her father was so interesting, She just wished she could meet him.
"Now," Alice said as Amy slid off her lap. "Go to bed, Its late" Amy smiled, said goodnight and headed to bed.
'A magical world eh?' Alice thought looking at her newest book "Wonderland". 'I guess you could call it that.' Then Alice wondered, Should she take the kids to see theyre father some day? They couldn't live without theyre father for eternity. But Alice was worried, Maybe their father wouldn't accept the kids, Maybe he wouldn't be happy he was a father! She was scared of that. But normal matters didn't play with theyre father. He was in no way normal, And Alice loved that.
Her hand seized her journal and flipped through the old pages that were full of scribblings and drawings of a certain place she had called home once. However she stopped at a drawing, The drawing of a man in a hat. She found herself gazing at the picture. Remembering the time she had spent with him, Remembering the day she left.
"Hatter," Alice said solemly to the drawing "Would you belive me if I told you that you were a father?" A faint smile came upon her lips as she gazed at the picture once more.
She closed the journal once tears started falling on the pages.
"And would you belive me," She said choking back tears "That I've missed you so much?"