Every day we walk the same way and every day we walk past the same corner. Every day I take the short cut and every day my daughter toddles to the flowers just past the corner, every day she touches one with her little hand. Every day she looks up from the flower, to see me standing just in front of her, waiting for her. Every day she looks me in my eyes and walks back and takes exactly the same way I took,
Every day I feel my hearth warm up when I notice how much she looks up to me, does everything the same as I do, so one day she can become exactly like me. And every day I feel fear, fear that she shall become exactly like me. Because I took the wrong path in life, the easy way, the short cut. And I fear that she shall take the same path as I did, without even thinking because she trusts with her whole heart that I always take the right path.
And even when it shall break my heart in a million pieces, I hope that she will see that I took the wrong path. I hope I shall see the look of realisation in her eyes, followed by the look of determination. Determination that she shall never be like her mother. I hope that she shall walk away, that for the first time she shall take another path than mine. It shall be the long, the hard path and she shall have to bear the weight of the world on her shoulders.
I hope that maybe one day I shall be ready, that I can join her and that one day we can walk it together. And she shall not be alone to bear the weight of the world on her shoulders anymore because I will be there for her, and we shall bear it together.
Even though she shall never look at me with those eyes full of trust anymore, I hope that one day she shall walk to the flowers just after the corner. I hope that she shall touch once of them with her hand and that she shall walk her own path.
I hope that she shall take the right path in life and does what I should have done.
