There is this girl. I met her in 1st grade. See every week I would go in to read with the children in my daughters first grade class. That’s when I first met her and quickly she and Kaila became quick friends. There’s something special about this little girl though.
She tells me things like “My dad is going to buy me …..” or “when I see my dad he says he’s going to …..”.
I remember being that little girl.
I still idolize my father because inside he was a good man. He made bad choices. Again I can relate to that. But when he kept his promises those were such sweet times.In fact those moments seem to block out all the bad.
See the little girl who stole a piece of my heart lives with her Grandparents. They lovingly take care of her and her 3 siblings while her parents make bad choices. She’s hopeful that one day they’ll all be together she tells me. He’ll buy her nice things. Her mom will finally come and she’ll have a proper family.
My heart has a place for this little girl because my heart wants nothing more than for her to feel normal. To feel like her friends. Inside, deep deep inside you will always find that tiny piece of the little girl who daydreamed inside of me.
As I sat and painted their toenails they were gigglyÂ and as she told me “one day he said he’d paint my nails”. I couldn’t help but say “I hope it’s very soon”.
There is this little girl who reminds me – of me.