My stance changed from huddled, trying to keep warm to open and strong. I bought my fists to my face ready.
His stance changed from small to strong. He raised his fists as he was ready. He was ready to face it. Ready to face me. Ready to face us.
...
How was I going to tell Millie when I hadn't got that good of a relationship with her.
Lord please help me.
Help me tell Millie. Help me help Millie.
6 months later
"Dad, I miss mum," she said quietly "I know sweetie, are you busy today?" I said my hand rubbing her back trying to comfort her "No, why" she asked confused "Shall we go and see her?" I offered
As our car turned the corner, a pebbled road appeared. Beautiful sunshine peeping through the fluffy clouds. Flowers blooming everywhere making the place look magical.
A huge stone cave was at the front of the field, her favourite poem carved into the grey stone above the arch.
Goddess of the silver wave To thy think embowered cave To arched walks And twilight groves And shadows brown Which sylvan loves When the fun begins to fling His flaring beams me goddess brings
My eyes started to sting as I read the poem. I saw the beautiful water and both me and Millie lost it.
We both knelt down before the water, hugged and cried in sync.
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We took a walk through the fields which led to a beautiful woods. Birds were tweeting, smaller birds were singing.
One bird sang a 5 note tune which was beautiful. To my surprise, Millie repeated the tune perfectly. This made me cry again. How could she be so perfect. How could my DNA be so perfect when I'm not.
