There once was a girl, a very happy child, named Mia. This brown eyed girl lived in a quaint village in the cradle of a valley, in lovely Italy. In her lovely village also lived her best friend Belinda. Belinda and Mia loved to spend their lazy summer days running through the daises. As Belinda ran, her deep blue eyes would sparkle with delight and her blonde hair shone in the sun. Mia loved to watch her run, it brought joy to her heart to see her smile. Belinda did not have the most wonderful home life, so it was rare to see this much joy in this lovely girl.
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Every now and then I will write more stories about these two girls, just to keep you reading.
*laughs mischievously*
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Friday, June 18, 2004
Wind
As a tear ran down my cheek, I knew I would never forget her.
She was my source of comfort and joy. When I would come home from school she always had a cookie and a glass of strawberry milk waiting for me at the table. Now all there is for me at the table is a few dirty dishes, and a quickly written note explaining why I will be all alone tonight.
But when I am alone, I sometimes climb up to my tower and open a window, just slightly. Then I curl up in her favorite chair and watch the sun set as it slowly lowers behind the mountain. That was her favorite mountain, "One of God's beautiful creations." she always said. As I gaze at that mountain I start to feel the wind gently blow through my pinned back curls and on my sun burned cheeks, that is when I start to feel her.
Although I know she is gone to be with the Lord, I consider her like the wind; although you can't see it, you can feel it and you know that it is there. That is a very comforting thought.
She was my source of comfort and joy. When I would come home from school she always had a cookie and a glass of strawberry milk waiting for me at the table. Now all there is for me at the table is a few dirty dishes, and a quickly written note explaining why I will be all alone tonight.
But when I am alone, I sometimes climb up to my tower and open a window, just slightly. Then I curl up in her favorite chair and watch the sun set as it slowly lowers behind the mountain. That was her favorite mountain, "One of God's beautiful creations." she always said. As I gaze at that mountain I start to feel the wind gently blow through my pinned back curls and on my sun burned cheeks, that is when I start to feel her.
Although I know she is gone to be with the Lord, I consider her like the wind; although you can't see it, you can feel it and you know that it is there. That is a very comforting thought.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Mind at play
Someone once told me to write. I asked her, "What is it that you want me to write about?" then she replied, "Write what you know." So I am. This is what I know and my mind is at play.
There once was a little girl, a very sheltered child, who had a wonderful childhood. She often laughed and played and was the apple of her parents eye. She wore pretty dresses that turned into magnificent colors, as she twirled about the room. She learned to sing and dance without a care in the world. Life's lessons taught her that she had a tender spirit, that loved to comfort. With all of these things, she learned to love.
She had no other siblings, for she was all alone. She longed for a playmate to have and to care for, but now one was there. At night the Lord listened to her sweet heartfelt prayers for a little sister to come and live with her, but none came. No one was able to satisfy her need, not even her parents. Numerous times she would say, "Mother, why can't I have a little sister?" and her mother's reply would always be, "You will get a sister if it is the Lord's will." So she waited, and while she waited she grew some more and learned more then that.
When the girl was about to give up hope on her earnest prayers, God snuck a surprise into her life. Finally the girl was no longer lonely, she was a big sister, to a boy. Now the girl did not pray for a boy, but she immediately fell in love with the boy and would not have traded him for the world. Although the girl was nine years the boy's senior, they were still as close as ever. They had a bond like no other, almost as if they knew what the other was thinking. They could very easily read the other's emotions and knew how to comfort.
Then the girl grew up, she was not yet an adult, but very much not a child. On the brink of independence the girl became the little boy's source of care. He was a rambunctious child, full of energy and mischief. She became his elbow healer, boo-boo kisser, and the person who he slept with when nightmares came calling. He in return became many things to the girl. He became her laugher, the source of her high pitched screams, her comfort, and the one who slept with her when she watched scary movies with her friends. He would give her hugs when she was sad, and the only person that would watch Jurassic park with her as many times as she wanted. She would tell him stories of what their grandparents were like, and how to make shadow puppets on the wall late at night.
No ending was suitable for this lovely tale, for the story has not ended, and their love will last forever.
There once was a little girl, a very sheltered child, who had a wonderful childhood. She often laughed and played and was the apple of her parents eye. She wore pretty dresses that turned into magnificent colors, as she twirled about the room. She learned to sing and dance without a care in the world. Life's lessons taught her that she had a tender spirit, that loved to comfort. With all of these things, she learned to love.
She had no other siblings, for she was all alone. She longed for a playmate to have and to care for, but now one was there. At night the Lord listened to her sweet heartfelt prayers for a little sister to come and live with her, but none came. No one was able to satisfy her need, not even her parents. Numerous times she would say, "Mother, why can't I have a little sister?" and her mother's reply would always be, "You will get a sister if it is the Lord's will." So she waited, and while she waited she grew some more and learned more then that.
When the girl was about to give up hope on her earnest prayers, God snuck a surprise into her life. Finally the girl was no longer lonely, she was a big sister, to a boy. Now the girl did not pray for a boy, but she immediately fell in love with the boy and would not have traded him for the world. Although the girl was nine years the boy's senior, they were still as close as ever. They had a bond like no other, almost as if they knew what the other was thinking. They could very easily read the other's emotions and knew how to comfort.
Then the girl grew up, she was not yet an adult, but very much not a child. On the brink of independence the girl became the little boy's source of care. He was a rambunctious child, full of energy and mischief. She became his elbow healer, boo-boo kisser, and the person who he slept with when nightmares came calling. He in return became many things to the girl. He became her laugher, the source of her high pitched screams, her comfort, and the one who slept with her when she watched scary movies with her friends. He would give her hugs when she was sad, and the only person that would watch Jurassic park with her as many times as she wanted. She would tell him stories of what their grandparents were like, and how to make shadow puppets on the wall late at night.
No ending was suitable for this lovely tale, for the story has not ended, and their love will last forever.
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