She melts in to me… the little one I have searched for all
morning, and there she is. We smile at the sight of each other, and I hold her
close, wanting her to know I have missed her, I am glad she is safe, I love
her. So we walk through our narrow alleyways and sit together in concrete, my
arm around her, communicating friendship despite a language barrier. I lean,
and she leans, and will she ever know just how much she has helped me heal? I
always think she is older than she is, even though she is so small. Probably
because she is always carrying a little sister on her hip, a big sister with
big weights. My dreams for her home, her friends, they are inspired by this
little one. I would take her in a heartbeat if I could. My sweet princess, my
vision.
And my baby… her cheeks are full from added weight, her skin
tainted with the dirt on her floors. Her bum is bare and she only wears a
t-shirt. But those eyes… my girl. He sets her down and she makes those little
steps to me. I scoop her in my arms and her head finds its familiar place on my
shoulder. I only get a few minutes with her before I must go and she must be
returned. But my baby girl… I miss her so much. I would take her in a heartbeat
if I could. My sweet princess, my treasure.
That little face and those little dark eyes, full of
laughter and mischief. I see her and she sees me, so I bend down and open my
arms to welcome her. And she comes… to my surprise, she comes. Arms around each
other, I rub her back and she holds me. The sweet little one I didn’t even ask
to fall in love with, oh, but I did. Eye to eye, we rub foreheads and noses,
and she laughs, and I laugh. And for a minute, all is right in the world with
my little friend and I. We play, and then she runs off when arms must release.
I would take her in a heartbeat if I could. My sweet princess, my angel.
Her eyes rarely find mine, and when they do, they seem to be
far off. A hard life, a mind that went wrong, and pain etched in pronunciation.
To take a little of her pain… I don’t know how much she can understand. Does
she know she is loved? Can she understand it? But we sit and we laugh and she
reveals pieces amidst the chatter. Only five years older than I with more pain
than I will ever know or fathom. How do I speak wholeness and value? How do I
speak worth? How do I love her well? She is strong, a survivor in spite of
impossible odds. I would take her in a heartbeat if I could. My sweet princess,
my friend.
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