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.

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