Little hands
held strong fingers as tiny feet trotted to keep up with the other, bigger,
pair. It was a beautiful day and birds chirped as the little girl, just woken
out of her dreams by her father, strolled in the gardens learning a song that
he sang, in a melodious and strong voice that made the morning even more
scintillating. She loved to walk along him. He was the one she wanted to go o
every time she lost a toy, or when she did not like her school teacher, or when
she had hit that bully of the class, or when she simply wanted to play.
There was a wave of wind, a cold and gentle breeze that drifted the hands a little apart. It took away some of the impertinence from the air and brought in a teenager.
She was now young, in her initial teens and still had that innocent smile and a charm that was palpable around her. They walked together, her father and her. The daughter could now match steps with him and she still revered him. He was his go-to-guy. She needed him when she felt low or under-confident. Though she couldn’t tell him everything, she felt easy in his company, and life suddenly untangled itself whenever she was with him.
There was another wave of wind- this time, chillier, colder. It drifted the two a further apart and carried with itself, an experience that it bestowed on the two of them.
The girl had turned into a lady, while the father had gained much experience owing to his age. They seldom talked. She could solve her problems on her own now, and felt that her decisions were her own. The father only needed to know those decisions once they were made. Yes, there were still certain times, she needed his suggestions, wanted the go-to-guy back, but, she did not want to bother him anymore. The father, felt drifted apart. But, wanted her to live her own life and thus donned silence. There was still reverence in the daughter’s heart and love in the father’s. It seemed that they were both reaching out to each other, but, the tides of times were pulling them apart.
There was a wave of wind, a cold and gentle breeze that drifted the hands a little apart. It took away some of the impertinence from the air and brought in a teenager.
She was now young, in her initial teens and still had that innocent smile and a charm that was palpable around her. They walked together, her father and her. The daughter could now match steps with him and she still revered him. He was his go-to-guy. She needed him when she felt low or under-confident. Though she couldn’t tell him everything, she felt easy in his company, and life suddenly untangled itself whenever she was with him.
There was another wave of wind- this time, chillier, colder. It drifted the two a further apart and carried with itself, an experience that it bestowed on the two of them.
The girl had turned into a lady, while the father had gained much experience owing to his age. They seldom talked. She could solve her problems on her own now, and felt that her decisions were her own. The father only needed to know those decisions once they were made. Yes, there were still certain times, she needed his suggestions, wanted the go-to-guy back, but, she did not want to bother him anymore. The father, felt drifted apart. But, wanted her to live her own life and thus donned silence. There was still reverence in the daughter’s heart and love in the father’s. It seemed that they were both reaching out to each other, but, the tides of times were pulling them apart.
Yet, they still
live in each other’s hearts, and know that the love in the heart of one for the
other has not diminished at all.
this is really good :)
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