I remember the shape of your ship sailing away on the horizon, turning dark, reducing in size, till it moved out of sight.
We did not share the same space any more, and my daughter had no access to your world.
Your responses changed from reassuring to tardy to silence – she was foolish enough to interpret silence till I saw the frightened, broken look in her eyes, on seeing through your indifference and knowing that she was not wanted.
The moment of realization shattered her, but allowed her to understand the hollowness of words spoken before.
With great pleasure, I saw her blossom into a self-aware and complete person, who does not cower on being ignored, nor cares to respond to belittling remarks.
She found her destination on a journey you set on – her precious, independent self.
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Both of them, scarred yet ultimately the stronger for their life “challenges”. Beautiful example of unconditional, absolute love of one and the life changing effect it had on another.
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Thank you, Denise!
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A hard lesson, but learned well.
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Thank you so much!
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She made it, in spite of the pain and the loss. Great reassuring story that proves the resilience of the spirit.
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Thank you, Pat! At times we have wrong notions about our dependence on others. And it is not about blaming the other person too. It is possible to lead separate and peaceful lives.
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amazing how something, at once tough as nail and at another, different moment, moved by the brush of a butterflies wings are in any way understandable to us.
like a Faberge egg of a Six
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Thank you, Clark!
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“The moment of realization shattered her, but allowed her to understand the hollowness of words spoken before.” This could be said of my life often. well, at least from time to time…good post.
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Thank you so much! Glad you could relate to it.
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Touching six. She’s blossomed past the weeds. Bless her.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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