King of Nothing

Then (13)

"Come on, Sarah! Don't fool around. We have to get home on time, so we can prepare some dinner and then we can get you to your soccer game!" Liz hollered at our beautifuler baby girl from the bench, which was placed right outside the perimiter of the park. 

Sarah was six years old at the time. She was so naive and happy back then. 

Sarah was about to come running over here, when some older kids pushed her and she fell from the top of the park, and then crashed down into the gravel. She had a bloody nose and she kept on whaling and screaming in agony. "Ahhh! My arm, my arm. Mommy, Daddy, ahhh!" It broke my heart to see her cry. 

We rushed to where she laid, sobbing on the ground in pain. "Honey, are you okay? What happened?" Liz asked, she picked our daughter up and cradled her in her comforting arms. 

"T-Those boys. They pushed me." By asking Sarah this, it only made her more sad. She was confused, and didn't know why anyone would every do that to her. 

"Sweetie, why would they do that?" I asked, I had to get answers. I wasn't sure if she just fell, or if she was telling the truth. 

"They said, they said I was fat, and lebanese. What does lebanese mean?" Sarah asked, oh she was too young to understand the insult. In reality those two boys which were twice her age, pushed her off of the park, because she was fat, and because they accused her of being lesbian, not lebanese. 

"It means you are beautiful." I said, giving my six year old daughter her first lie. Before Liz could argue with me I had ran away from them and started to chase after those no-good boys. No one, and I mean no one has the right to treat another human being that way, let alone a six year old girl. They hurt her badly!

"I'm going to kill those little punks." I muttered under my breath. I was quite far away when I heard Liz beckining me to come back. 

"There is no use! Don't worry, hurting those kids will only look bad on you, so...please come back. Sarah would like her father's comfort." Liz shouted, and almost as if I was in a trance, I ran back to the two ladies of the family. 

"Oh, come here." I said, trying to be as comforting as Liz, I was quite clumsy though, so I think I failed. I tossed Sarah onto my back, and gave her a piggy-back all the way home. Liz held her hand, and we sang to her, and tried to put a smile on her crying face, rather than a frown. 

Once we arrived home, I got out our first-aid kit and got out this cloth whcih felt like it was made of a cotton material. "Here you go, sweetie. Dab your nose with this and get all that icky red stuff out of the way!" I giggled, and so did Sarah. 

Liz then turned to our daughter and said, "Does this hurt?" Liz then put some pressure on her arm. 

"Ouchie, yes Mommy. It only hurts a little." Sarah explained to us. Most of her tears had dissipated. 

I took out this gauze, and form a sling for Sarah's broken arm. Then I said, "Repeat after me and remember this. You are beautiful, inside and out. You are intelligent. And you will take over the world one day, despite all the haters." 

She repeated, "I am beautiful, inside and out. I am intelligent. And I will take over the world on day, despite all the haters." Sarah laughed and smiled. 

I replied. "Great, honey. Now lets go wacth movie or something. Oh and the next time someone harms you, make sure to punch them where it hurts."