A Little Girl

Once upon a time, there was a little Girl born. She was not the first, being born after her Brother. But she was well loved.

The Mother delighted in the little Girl. The father was less delighted, as he was involved in other things that did not include the Brother or the Mother. The father had become increasingly shadowed by the night and all that it involved. He just could not let go of those places.

When the little Girl was born, the Mother was many miles away from home. The Brother was beside himself with worry. He wanted to be with his Mother and his Sister. ‘She’ is what the Brother called her. When the little Girl was being delivered, the Brother made himself sick so that he could be with the Mother. But it was not to be. He was taken away. Far away.

Some time later, the Mother and the little Girl made their way home. Just in time to bake the Brother’s birthday cake. And the Brother was happy. It was important for this to happen. The Mother would always be this way.

The father, well, he had a different ‘horse’ to mount, so, less than two weeks after the little Girl was born, the father knew it was time to leave home. He gathered his belongings from the front yard, and began his descent into his shadowed realm.

The Mother was relieved. She was able to be with her children without interruption from the father. They were happy, Brother, Girl, Mother, in the world that there was. Delighted to be traveling on a passage to forever on a path that was ever blessed. The Mother sacrificed all that she could. The children always ate before she did. Their health came before hers. Happiness was all that she wanted for them. And goodness help anyone who stood in her path.

The Mother held the household together, through little food, no food, no utilities, no car, on foot, having to finally ask for aid when all else failed. But the Mother, she held the household together. She refused to let it fail for the sake of the Brother and the little Girl.

Many months passed, and still the household remained. The father called one day. ‘Please, I am finished with the night, and the ’horse’. Can I come home’ he asked. The Mother, who loved him, said, I will think. I will let you know. In the end, she did, and there was another little Girl.

Once upon a time, there was a little Girl. She is grown now, on her own travelling. She has her own Brother and little Girl. The Mother, she has decided to let the little Girl go.

Blessings, dear child. My Brightest Blessings.

Text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan
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A Little Girl

Susan Isabella  Sheehan

SANTA CLARA, United States

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