It's always warm here, in this meadow. Peaceful, with the flowers dancing in the breeze. I could play here forever. I have so many other children to play with, and Grandma is here. She doesn't look quite like Grandma, she looks more like Aunt Rose, but I knew her when she came to take my hand and show me the way.
But off in the distance I hear Mama crying, and my baby sister calling for me. Grandma showed me how to visit them, with just a wish. When I go, I hug Mama, and tell her I'm OK, even if she doesn't hear me, and play with baby sister, who hears and sees me still.
We play peek a boo, and I make faces, just to make her laugh. The poor baby. She is healing slowly from the crash, when the drunk hit us, and she doesn't understand why she has to wear the casts. I tell her they'll be off soon, and she will run again, but it doesn't help. She's so small, and frustrated.
I left a daisy for Mama today, just like the ones I always used to pick for her. I hope she finds it, and knows it's from me. She loves me so much, and always had time for me. I don't like for her to be sad.
If only they could understand. I always knew I would be their angel.
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Comments: 52
That is so sad and yet so beautiful at the same time.
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You possess the sensitivity to produce this amazing,touching piece..
beautiful..
But mostly I came here to thank you for those wonderful links for home schooling.
You description of the story is so vivid and powerful... excellent writing.
Marko Lampas
Hey Lune, HAPPY 2 GATHERVERSARY DEAR
Sending you the very best for another wonderful year showcasing what you do best..inspiring..:)