In a land not too different from our own, there was a little vibrant girl. Oh, she was charming and bold and had eyes as blue and expressive as stardust and hair with a yellow shine that could only be created by the sun. The same sun that watered the freckles that sprang upon her nose and cheeks once a year.
This young thing was in search of a woman. An older and wiser woman that reminded the girl of herself only, well only different. You see, this woman had hair of red and all of her freckles had fallen off. Oh, she had lines on her face where there were none on the little ones and the woman’s teeth were straighter than the ones that smiled back at the girl’s reflection. But somehow the little girl knew, knew in her tummy, that the woman was in search of her too.
And the woman was.
She wanted to find this young thing who knew that she was right and knew that she could make beauty and art out of toilet paper, a marker, and a play-dough can.
The girl who knew how to make her mother happy and didn’t mind that she never really knew her father.
This small one who felt so big and believed in God and prayed for everyone’s souls.
The blonde child who had lungs as pink as carnations, teeth as white as snow, and skin as smooth as her bottom.
The girl who had never heard that her singing was bad or that she was irresponsible and knew that crying was okay and should never be stifled.
The child who had an imagination worthy of an Oscar, who never regretted being the best at kissing catchers, and who napped often because well, that’s what you do when you need a break from picking up your toys.
This woman needed to find this girl and she needed to find her desperately for this girl had wisdom in her that the woman long forgot. Not a wisdom stemmed in experience, but one rooted in ignorance.
The little girl was ignorant. She didn’t know what loss or loneliness was. She didn’t know how it felt to be fatigued, rejected, or frightened. She had no idea what a bitter thought was or a cynical joke or how to create a façade or inhale a cigarette or dye her hair or … well the little girl just didn’t know much of anything and the woman knew more than she wanted to.
So the two decided that they must seek the other out. And in their journeys of searching, they happened upon each other. And they took a good long look at each other and they talked. Now not how you and I would talk, but a quiet understanding and pretty soon a likeness grew between the two and they decided it was time to start expanding.
And together, the woman and child, began expanding more and more everyday and in every way and they knew, knew in their tummies, that come what may... together, they would be okay.
The End
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