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Those simple times of yesterday...
In a world where truth is fast becoming extinct and everyone settles for less than the best, life can be complicated.
In her heart lies the secret gateway to that place where only she can come to. That place where she can be Amal, happy and free. Lying on the couch with eyes closed, she sets her mind adrift.
Yesterday...walking the golf course, trudging behind him, struggling to keep up the pace and happy just to be around him. He would tell her over and over about the silly game he played every weekend, about its corny rules and the fun in it. He would tell her how good the exercise was for him and how it was the best game in the world. She would throw up her arms in protest, having heard that a zillion times. Sometimes she would roll her eyes at the caddy and mimic him. She loved him like she did no other, for as long as she would live. Her father, the man who set the pace and won the race....always in her heart.
Eyes still closed, breathing easy with the hint of a smile, the memories keep coming. They had painted the dining area together one summer. With a gloss coat to hide little greasy finger prints she and her sisters had made on the wall. Just the two of them, painting all morning. He had used her exact height to determine where the new colour would stop. He said she could use that to measure how much taller she had grown since the day they did the paint job.He also painted 2 hearts on her cheeks! Those were the little things that made her love him so.
She remembered her first day at boarding school. He had held her hand once they stepped out of the car.They walked hand in hand, she in awe of her new place of abode and he in silence and deep thought. They stopped to admire the larger than life statue of mother Mary and the vast gardens surrounding it. She remembers crying...bawling even as he attempted to hand her over to the principal; and the reverend sister who peeled her away from him, but not before she caught a glimpse of his misty eyes.
He loved her too. If she died without anyone else loving her, it would have been their loss. For she had enough love from Daddy to last 2 lifetimes. And really, that's all that mattered.
In her heart lies the secret gateway to that place where only she can come to. That place where she can be Amal, happy and free. Lying on the couch with eyes closed, she sets her mind adrift.
Yesterday...walking the golf course, trudging behind him, struggling to keep up the pace and happy just to be around him. He would tell her over and over about the silly game he played every weekend, about its corny rules and the fun in it. He would tell her how good the exercise was for him and how it was the best game in the world. She would throw up her arms in protest, having heard that a zillion times. Sometimes she would roll her eyes at the caddy and mimic him. She loved him like she did no other, for as long as she would live. Her father, the man who set the pace and won the race....always in her heart.
Eyes still closed, breathing easy with the hint of a smile, the memories keep coming. They had painted the dining area together one summer. With a gloss coat to hide little greasy finger prints she and her sisters had made on the wall. Just the two of them, painting all morning. He had used her exact height to determine where the new colour would stop. He said she could use that to measure how much taller she had grown since the day they did the paint job.He also painted 2 hearts on her cheeks! Those were the little things that made her love him so.
She remembered her first day at boarding school. He had held her hand once they stepped out of the car.They walked hand in hand, she in awe of her new place of abode and he in silence and deep thought. They stopped to admire the larger than life statue of mother Mary and the vast gardens surrounding it. She remembers crying...bawling even as he attempted to hand her over to the principal; and the reverend sister who peeled her away from him, but not before she caught a glimpse of his misty eyes.
He loved her too. If she died without anyone else loving her, it would have been their loss. For she had enough love from Daddy to last 2 lifetimes. And really, that's all that mattered.
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