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Lucy, my daughters child was born with a hint of a frown, but wow those beautiful shaped eyes, like dew drops on petals of red roses that grow in the container on the wall. There near her cot where she lay so pale from the disease that wasted her mother away, the day she was born two years ago on the fourth of May.
Today we celebrate her mothers birthday with memories that scare her hiding under the bed, where I sometimes find her worried out of my mind. So I light some candles on a cake for her to try and blow out with one breath, as she smiles and giggles with the hint of a frown on her beautiful face. My rememberance when I would play hide and seek with her, as she ran to hide away in the barn with the new born chicks chirping for the seeds in my hand. "Daddy will you help me feed them?" I did not know what to say, but played along not knowing how to tell her - I'm not your daddy, but I love you as your grandfather and will always be there for you to play the games you so love when you are feeling well. That's when she jumps on my back and holds onto my neck, laughingly saying- "Come horsy, take me to bed so I can pray and ask the angels, to sleep with me when I am afraid." Needless to say, I turn away too ashamed for her to see me crying there, remembering that my wife passed away years ago saying a prayer before she died. Lucy's health steadily deteriorated to a condition where she was unable to climb the stairs, and to make her feel happy, I moved her into the den, which was decorated as a childs palace for her to be the Queen. On rainy days like today, after the funeral of my Lucy - aged three, I sit and pray and think of the days when she was alive and playing rainbow games with me. Daddy! - "Who am I, hiding behind the rainbow today." So I say,"You must be a fairy." But she just laughs with her high pitched voice- "No daddy, I am not a fairy, so try again." Well let me see - "I think that Lucy is an Angel and it is time for bed, so close your eyes and daddy will say your prayers for you tonight." Now on nights when the sky is shining brightly, with stars that twinkle, I lay upon her bed, feeling her staring at me feeling so close to her and my family, the mother and father - Wherever they are?, who abandoned me at the orphanage when I was six years old. Luckily, the matron took pity and taught me school until the day I graduated and returned to the orphanage to teach the children the true values of life, and how to be proud as man and woman who will be married one day and have children as beautiful as Lucy. My darling that I think of every day, as I cry and pray - "O God, why did she have to die and leave me all alone?" Then I saw the heavens open wide, with Lucy in Gods arms, smiling, waving and saying to me - "Look daddy, I'm an Angel waiting to play horsy again." "Nothing in life on earth is fair." 586-words.
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