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Once upon a time in a land far away, there she sits. A lonely little girl dressed in her finest dress. She clutches to her young bosom a dolly who’s made up just right. Gazing at the crowd who stand all around. She knows not but a few familiar faces. In her young life she’s known only those closest. As the people stand huddled together whispering in the slow silence of a tune played softly in the air. Her eyes drift from face upon face looking for only one, the one closest to her heart. They descend upon the group standing at the far end of the room. Two men she knows extremely well. A smile begins to form upon her face as she climbs down from the chair she sits in. Dolly in hand she begins to cross the room. In the corners of her eyes she sees the people turn towards her and slowly they quiet. The child, she steps forward and as she gets closer she begins to see that the two men lean into one another as if to support the other. She notices the wetness that comes from their eyes to roll down their cheeks. She stops forward movement, not sure what to do. She’s never before seen a drop shed from their eyes. Always strong and dominant, were these two men. One stepped forward and held out his hand as if to say all was ok. Forward she steps and holds out her hand, as he kneels at her side and takes her to his chest. She feels his body tremble and shake as he holds her to him, and lets out a sob. Leaning back he wipes his eyes and smiles at her softly and whispers “It’s ok, I’ll take you up front.” Sadness washes over her from the silence that hangs in the room. Confused she is lost and doesn’t understand. He stands again and takes her hand within his, and leads her to the coffin a few feet from where they stood. She looks at the woman, lying so peaceful, as if asleep, and the girl doesn’t understand what she see’s or feels. Days pass and she wonders why? Where is the woman, why does she still sleep. She begs and pleads for her to wake in her mind, why does she still sleep? She promises to be good, if only she’d wake. The day came where she finally understood. The child’s head hurt badly as she prayed and she puked until slowly she drifted into a slumber so deep. She awoke from a dream and now she understood. The woman she saw lying asleep had come to hold her one last time. The child you see, well you know that it’s me, and this was my story of how I came to be, the woman before you.



By HellChildDami 4/28/2005 ©