The magic had not yet left her, Santa still played a big role in her young life, as did the Easter Bunny. She was perfectly content to sit in her garden singing to the flowers claiming that one day they would sing back in a voice that was sweeter than a cupcake. The only thing that she had to worry about was what her doll would ware to her tea party's.
But that all changed when she got sick. When I found out she had leukemia, I was devastated , I knew I had to tell her in a way she would understand, I told her that she was very sick, and that she would have to be strong, "Daddy, am I going to die?" she responded, I didn't answer, I left her room in tears, that question disturbed me, a child so young asking something so grown up, it seemed she had no worries, that she didn't know about death. When her mom died, she thought she was sleeping, I, not wanting to scare her agreed, but somehow she knew.
The next few months were hell, her beautiful face grew pale, her energy dwindled, she sometimes sat in her garden and sang, but the singing was interrupted by wheezing, she couldn't dance because she would get tired and weak, she stayed in bed allot because of very high fevers, or chills, she wouldn't eat, and when she did she vomited it back up, she lost weight rapidly.
I couldn't stand to see me little girl suffer, one day it got worse, she went to the hospital, I knew that it would soon be over, so I spent as much time with her as I could, I read her favorite storeys and brought her dolls to play with, I watched her sleep, I told her that everyone loved her, and that she would be with her mother in heaven and to not be scared. One day as I was reading to her the heart monitor beeped, a stampede of nurses and doctors rushed in, I was herded out of the room, after what seemed like hours a nurse came out, "We're very sorry, but your daughter has died."
I called my family and told them the news. The funereal was a mix of morose beauty.
I placed on her coffin a small flower from her garden.
After the funereal I went home and sat in her garden and sang, the notes were heavy with loss and sorrow, and as I sang I heard voices singing with me, their voices were sweeter than a cupcake.
What did you think? Please comment!
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Thanks, I never really thought publishing.
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incredably awesome story
Damn and I thought I'd never cry again :-(
Truely a short story worth publishing
Okay I admit it .. it was the sweeter than a cupcake thing that reeled me right in, I loved cupcakes as a kid and dressing my dolls. I'd get upset cause none of my dolly clothes wouldn't fit ms beasley, she was always stuck wearing blue and white poka dots....lol -
SHIT YOU MADE ME CRY!!!! I loved this piece so much it was absolutely beautiful.
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This is soooooooooooo sad. but it makes us realize that life that was beautiful and sweet can instantly be gone. the perspective is wonderful and the structure is fabderful! this is a touching story with soooooo much meaning. Keep writing!!!
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thanks, *laughs* I probally won't be that famous
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WOW!! You have major talent I am speechless. Great write, I saw the title and feel in love at first sight and HAD to read this, and I am so glad I did. Great imagery, and meaning, and I liked the points you were got to get across. Great job , and keep writing, wouldn’t want the world to collapse without your brilliant mind! Best of wishes and great great job !!!!!!!!!!
Don't worry, I overlooked the errors, though they're were a few I won't mention them because the story was so so great! I'm not good at editing anyways, hehe it could be perfect and I'm just stupid. Anyways, great story!!!!!!! I'll buy you're book when you're famous!!!!!!! -
thanks, yeah I agree with you on the paragraph thing
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Great story!
This was quite a moving, beautiful story. I liked the "sweeter than cupcakes" idea. It was very very well written. One suggestion; perhaps breaking it up into paragraphs would make it more understandable. Otherwise, very well written and I quite enjoyed it. I think you did a great job in, grr I can't think of how to word what i'm trying to say... you did a great job of cutting up the different elements, the little girl's innocence, her feeling on the death of her mom, her getting sick etc., into portions that were not too long in themselves. Perhaps those different parts would make good paragraphs I don't know. It all worked together to make a great, well organized story. Great job! Keep writing.
God bless
~Stefani~
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