A baby in the womb surrounded by people unknown to her and her unknown to them, There it cradled a natural bond between a mother and child, an unbreakable bond. Nine months of solitude and safety came unstitched and judgement was placed. Face by face she passed through life with her mother and father by her side.
Her bushy fun-filled hair built her perfection, enlightening her sharp face that filled the air but her heart like a cloud was filled by the love of those that cared. A mother and daughter linked by blood and united by heart exchanging secrets without judgement or ridicule. A bond her own father could not fulfil. For her, a fatherly bond went beyond blood, each piece fitted together without force, He was a doctor, a parent and a friend. On the last occasion, they sat beside each other at the wood finished table warming their hands of the freshly made cup of tea immersed in conversation. The room echoed with laughter, the usual occurrence except with one difference, it was their last time. He left her a few days later, not on a vacation nor on his way to work. He now flies in the day sky and rests at night for he is in heaven, he is at peace.
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