denvinbo wrote:I'm too busy, darling!
_Darla - my daughter - indicated a small bird flying in the sky, said:
- Mom, look at that!
_I was concentrating on driving, thinking about my day jobs, I said "Yes" as usual:
_I asked her, but I didn't understand anything at all:
- What, darling?
- Nothing, mom...
_My 7 years old daughter answered. A whole valuable time passed. Near home, I drove slowly for the two to find the white deer if it got out of the grass grove in the evening! But there's nothing. I said:
- I guess it too busy, It will get out tonight!
_Had dinner, took a bath, answered and called....I was very busy until Darla went to bed...
- Come on, Darla, it's time to sleep!
_She ran hastily upstairs. Tired of long busy day, I kissed her cheek and covered her body with the blanket. She suddenly said:
- Mom, I forgot to give you this!
_I were impatient, I said:
- Tomorrow, Darla!
_She shook her head:
- Tomorrow, you will be busy again!
_I tried to argue:
- I will spend time for you!
_Sometimes, although I tried, time still stuffed through between my 2 fingers space as sand. I seemed to be never had enough time for husband, child...and even myself....
_She didn't stop, in angry, she shrank her flecked nose and shook her chesnut hair:
- No, you will have no time! Like as today, when I told you see the bird, you paid no attention to what I said.
To be continued.......
denvinbo wrote:_I was too tired to think the answer. But she said correctly my "black-heart", so that I hoped she sleep well. But after then, I was not out of harassing: "There's no longer my daughter and I live together before she get marriage and leave me to have her own family". I was thinking of her gray eyes....
_My husband asked:
- Why are you sad?
_I told him everything. He said:
- Darla can be still awake. Why don't you go and check?
_His voice was full of power of right-behavior parents. I listened to him, went upstairs, sad and worry mixed... I opened the door silently, light from the window covered her small body. In her hands, there was a crushed paper. I opened her hands slowly and look what made the disagreement between Darla and me.....
_I cried... She teared to pieces the paper drawn a big heart and her poem named: "Why do I love my mom?"
_I joined those pieces carefully, I read her poem for me:
Why do I love my mom
Although she is busy and do hard works....
She always spend time to play with me...
I love her because
I'm the biggest part
Of her busy day!
_Her sentences like as an arrow attacked my heart. 10 minutes later, I brought a food tray to Darla's room. On the tray, there was 2 cups of hot chocolate with cream, 2 cheese-cookies, peanut and marmalade. I touched her cheek lightly, my heart want to break because...I love Darla....
_Her bent eyelash moved... She woke up and saw the tray. She asked, surprised because woke up at midnight:
- What for, mom?
- For you, because you are the biggest part of my busy day!
_She smiled and drank chocolate in asleep. Then she continued sleeping without understood my real-heart sentences...
denvinbo wrote:Volunteered Angels
_A few days before Christmas Eve, my neighbor's child came and gave me an angel made by cardboard. He stood at the gate, base his body on the fences, and said loudly to me:
- This is a "false" paper angel, there's no angel in this world, right?
_I looked at his eyes and said:
- Yes, there is. It's the truth. And I have 2 ones..
_The boy looked around:
- I wish you know me sooner, so that you can see them staying with me. But what a pity! There's no one now...
_The boy opened his eyes loudly and looked at me again:
- And where are they now?
- Where are they? - I directed my eyes to the far horizon - There! They are under that star!
To be continued....
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