“Daddy, why is everyone sad?”
“We’re honoring those whose loves were lost.”
“But isn’t the world good? Why did someone kill them?”
“That someone was sick, honey. He meant them harm, but he didn’t have any reason. All we can do is spread our love, so there aren’t many more like him.”
“If you could be their daddy, they’d all want to spread love, too. They’d never want to do harm.”
He smiled, and knelt down to put his arms around her. Perhaps he had been doing this parenting thing right.
“I wish Mom was here to show her love to the world.”
“So do I, dear.” He stood and took her hand again.
“She wishes she was here, too. She still loves us, Daddy. She tells me every night when I’m in bed.”
He squeezed her hand, this wonderful, intuitive creature, who was already so much like her mother.
~150 words~
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This was beautiful. I can hear the voice of the little girl in my head. I have a 6 year old daughter that reminds me love like that exists every day in the midst of the darkness. Thank you so much for the great read! #prayforvegas
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Thank you for your kind words!
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No problem! I love reading great content like yours. I am actually looking for someone that is a great writer like you to join my team.
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A sweet story of hope from tragedy. Very nice.
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Thank you, Iain.
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A sweet touching story! So sad that the mother has passed away.
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Thank you for your kind words!
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