Addy & Me

The cold was unforgiving on most days and like a furtive scheme, it simultaneously pierces every bone alongside the resident agony, dread and pain.

I watched the snow give in to the sole of my boots as I took heavy, decided steps towards the children’s home. Each step was an accomplishment in itself, each step was a feat against staying in bed to mourn today.

I would arrive to their unassuming laughter or angsty bicker about a stolen M&M. They would crawl into my lap, undeterred by my incognito scabs and burns, accepting towards my lapses of emotional absence.

Addy’s warmth would seep through like a mythical remedy, I would feel it run over the wounds and momentarily forget the acute and gripping pain.

We spent many afternoons sitting by frosted windows as I rock side to side to her familiar tunes. The security was unspoken but evidently present. I would close my eyes and see the colors of the room turn from grey to a spinning palette of warm pastels. The colors of proverbial hope and tomorrow.

Addy & Me

dawntanhy

Joined January 2013

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A short short story inspired by my time in an orphanage in China.

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