A fragile, petite girl was swinging on her old swing set for the last ten minutes that she could; tracing her fingers up, down and through the cold chains.
She hasn't spoken in almost four days.
And she doesn't want to leave.
The moving vans just finished packing up. She lived here her whole life, but it was too painful to be here anymore. She didn't want things to change so fast.
She's terrified.
Her Daddy pulls up in the black car.
He walks towards her holding back tears.
"Have you got everything sweetheart?" he said in a gentle voice.
"Yes, but I'm not going back inside that house" she said her high, sad voice.
"Okay, I understand" he said softly.
"Are you ready to go?"
She looked up at him with tears of heartache rushing down her small, angelic face and whispered,
"Daddy, I don't want to go."
Tears erupt from his sad, blue eyes as he embraced his small angel.
They wept together in a sorrowful hug.
He carried her to the car and slid into the back seat as Grandpa backed up the black car.
The fragile, petite girl looked through the glass at the sad house.
"I love you Daddy, and Mommy" She breathed.
"I love you too, and Mommy" Daddy whispered.
He hugged her tighter as they drove to Mommy's funeral.
Beautiful; really sad though too. I like how you kept the funeral til the very last line, so it all clicked into place. Really powerful delivery, and really good idea :)
ReplyDeleteAs always very inspirational; I liked how the title tied it all together. This made me think. thanks!
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