I put the last of our shopping in the car and finally shut the hatch back. The Rav4 was filled to capacity. I could not get another ...
anything in there.
I opened the driver's door and plopped in the seat. Whisper was sitting in the passenger's seat, playing wit the scarf around her neck.
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"So, little lady. Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked, as I did up my seatbelt.
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"So much Daddy. It was wonderful. I never knew such things existed." She held out her scarf.
"Look at me. I feel so beautiful."
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I had to smile.
"You are beautiful."
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"I just love my new clothes, Daddy. How did you do that?"
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I shook my head, really not knowing what I had done.
"I guess I just have to wish you more new clothes, and they appear."
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"I don't know how you did this, Daddy, but this is great. Thank you so much. I love you."
She reached across and kissed my cheek.
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My heart was just pounding. It felt so good to be loved.
"I love you too, Whisper."
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Whisper giggled and glowed a little brighter.
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"Are you blushing?" I asked her.
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She folded her arms and stared straight ahead.
"No."
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"I think you are."
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She turned to me.
"Then you are mistaken, Daddy. I am just ..."
She looked around, as if searching for the proper words.
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I started the vehicle.
"You were blushing," I snapped.
"Admit it."
I put the car in reverse and started out of the parking lot.
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"Maybe," she huffed.
"But ... maybe not."
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As we started off the parking lot, something came to me.
"I want to show you something."
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I drove, through the city and up to a spot, called Crow Hill. It was a lookout that showed the whole city and the Bay of Islands which stretched 25 miles to the west and to the east where it merged with the Humber River.
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Whisper jumped out of the car.
"Its amazing, Daddy. Look at all the water. Look at how big everything is."
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"That is the Bay of Islands," I explained to her.
"It goes almost 25 miles that way and if you look over there, it is a part of a river that goes for a lot of miles to the east."
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Whisper
FantasyWill Templeton built his dream home in the tiny Newfoundland outport of Maynard's Rock, a community of just 200 people. A loner by choice, little did he know that he would be sharing this new home with the Spirit of an 11 year old girl. A Spirit tha...