The Girl Who Could Fly

"mama?"

Here comes the Sandman stepping so lightly,
Stealing along on the tips of his toes;
And he scatters the sand With his own little hand.
In the eyes of the sleepy children.

Oh! hear the Sandman singing so softly.
Singing the children to sleep everywhere.
See how drowsy they grow;
Tired heads drooping low,
And hear the sandman singing.

Go to sleep my children, close your sleepy eyes.
The lady moon is watching from out the dark'ning skies.
The little stars are peeping to see if you are sleeping.
Go to sleep my children.
Go to sleep goodnight.

"Mama?"

"Yes honey?"

"Can you open the windows for me?"

"No, because you will be taken away somewhere so far away by the wind."

"Is Mr. Wind a good guy?"

"Yes he is, but only at daytime."

"Mama?"

"Can you not turn the lights off?"

"No, dear. It will make your eyes blind."

"Good night mama, i love you."

"Good night pretty darling."

I went outside with a beating heart and locked her bedroom door. It startles me so much that i had to raise her like a baby for the rest of my life. My 18 years old daughter, Floréncia had this mental disorder that makes her think and act like a peculiar child. It scares me sometimes but once again, she's still my daughter and i love her with all of my heart. I need to raise her, until the day that i die.