Eyes
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She's alone; she will always be alone. No one to guide her, she must learn to be brave. Wonderful child, beautiful child. Lonely until the end of time, surely she cannot love what she cannot see. The child will grow. I wish that much for her, to be able to live and be strong. No need for fear, I told her. She won't understand, cannot understand.
She is my child, an angel, a blessing. I love her with all my heart. But my child fears much. Never having seen the light of day, or anything besides the darkness, she fears the world. Her father loves her. I love her. Why won't she trust us?
I look into the mirror, tucking my dark hair behind my ears. I await her father's return. She sleeps soundly in her bed, not aware of the problem at hand. How I wish she knew of the pain she caused me, how it would be easier on all of us if she would forget her fear. No matter, I love her nevertheless. I love her because she is a part of me, a part of him. She is ours. Our daughter.
I creep into her room and sit next to where she lays. Running my fingers through her dark hair, she stirs but is still not disturbed from her peaceful slumber. I hear the key turn in the lock and I proceed to the living room. He is finally back.
I put a finger to my lips as he enters the room. He nods, knowing not to wake her. We have grown in the past ten years, older and wiser. We both learned to be responsible for another, and he learned to love. I look into his eyes, blue and tranquil, like the ocean. I wish we could go back to being young again. Having a family does that to you. He is now in charge, a commander. But I am also in charge, for I am a mother.
"How is Mollie?" He asks in a whisper while removing his jacket.
"She is doing good, still asleep." I reply. No change; no change whatsoever. She is still afraid.
He sighs.
Deep inside he wants her to be normal too; he needs her to be normal. We all do. She will never be normal, that much I know. We can pray and wish and dream for her, but in the end it is up to her which road she takes. She controls her own fate.
She is a three-year-old child with a lot of power; only she doesn't know it yet. We walk into her room and peer down at her. She is really a beautiful child. He reaches out and touches her hand. She sits up in her bed smiling.
"Daddy!" She cries. "Daddy, you're back!" I couldn't help but smile at her. I glance over to look at her father, who is also smiling.
"How was your morning Mollie?" He asks her quietly. She grins happily.
"It was fun Daddy! Mommy read me stories and we made pancakes!" Mollie is a one-of-a-kind child, so full of energy and always happy. "Mommy, are we gonna go somewhere today?"
"Yes sweetie. After you get dressed, were going to go meet with Mommy and Daddy's friends. They'll play with you." I exclaimed as I picked her up out of bed and sat her on the floor.
"Yippee!" She said happily. I grabbed some different clothes for her to wear and together, her father and I put them on her.
I picked her up and set her on her father's shoulders as she giggled excitedly. We were a family. It was then I knew, no matter the trails she would face, we'd be here to help her along the way. We would be her eyes.
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She's alone; she will always be alone. No one to guide her, she must learn to be brave. Wonderful child, beautiful child. Lonely until the end of time, surely she cannot love what she cannot see. The child will grow. I wish that much for her, to be able to live and be strong. No need for fear, I told her. She won't understand, cannot understand.
She is my child, an angel, a blessing. I love her with all my heart. But my child fears much. Never having seen the light of day, or anything besides the darkness, she fears the world. Her father loves her. I love her. Why won't she trust us?
I look into the mirror, tucking my dark hair behind my ears. I await her father's return. She sleeps soundly in her bed, not aware of the problem at hand. How I wish she knew of the pain she caused me, how it would be easier on all of us if she would forget her fear. No matter, I love her nevertheless. I love her because she is a part of me, a part of him. She is ours. Our daughter.
I creep into her room and sit next to where she lays. Running my fingers through her dark hair, she stirs but is still not disturbed from her peaceful slumber. I hear the key turn in the lock and I proceed to the living room. He is finally back.
I put a finger to my lips as he enters the room. He nods, knowing not to wake her. We have grown in the past ten years, older and wiser. We both learned to be responsible for another, and he learned to love. I look into his eyes, blue and tranquil, like the ocean. I wish we could go back to being young again. Having a family does that to you. He is now in charge, a commander. But I am also in charge, for I am a mother.
"How is Mollie?" He asks in a whisper while removing his jacket.
"She is doing good, still asleep." I reply. No change; no change whatsoever. She is still afraid.
He sighs.
Deep inside he wants her to be normal too; he needs her to be normal. We all do. She will never be normal, that much I know. We can pray and wish and dream for her, but in the end it is up to her which road she takes. She controls her own fate.
She is a three-year-old child with a lot of power; only she doesn't know it yet. We walk into her room and peer down at her. She is really a beautiful child. He reaches out and touches her hand. She sits up in her bed smiling.
"Daddy!" She cries. "Daddy, you're back!" I couldn't help but smile at her. I glance over to look at her father, who is also smiling.
"How was your morning Mollie?" He asks her quietly. She grins happily.
"It was fun Daddy! Mommy read me stories and we made pancakes!" Mollie is a one-of-a-kind child, so full of energy and always happy. "Mommy, are we gonna go somewhere today?"
"Yes sweetie. After you get dressed, were going to go meet with Mommy and Daddy's friends. They'll play with you." I exclaimed as I picked her up out of bed and sat her on the floor.
"Yippee!" She said happily. I grabbed some different clothes for her to wear and together, her father and I put them on her.
I picked her up and set her on her father's shoulders as she giggled excitedly. We were a family. It was then I knew, no matter the trails she would face, we'd be here to help her along the way. We would be her eyes.
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