Baby Think Twice!

Today, I followed a sentence prompt to write a story:

I knew just from the wild look in her eyes that she had made her decision, and that things would never be the same.

“I won’t be here on Sunday,” she replied. I had suggested that we go to church. I thought that only prayer could change this situation.

But, I had seen that wild look before. I saw it every time she thought she knew what was best for her life. Every time she used her teenage brain to make some life-changing decision. Every time she felt wronged, misunderstood, or afraid!

Today, her eyes flashed bold defiance. And I realized that she had made her choice. Without knowing it, she had opted to have her heart broken. Her knight in shining armor had returned.

She was holding on to straws, I knew. But, who could change her mind? She was “Daddy’s little girl”- just what every fifteen year old daughter needed to hear. I had not given her the facts; had spared her the sad details. But, now, the fallacies he’d provided to fill in the blanks seemed plausible to her.

“Don’t go,” I pleaded, not because I needed her to stay. Nor, even because I wanted her all to myself. But I, too, had believed his fantasies. I’d been the victim of his over-active imagination and unchecked mind. I, too, had been swept off my feet by his lies.

She packed her bags while Celine Dion bellowed on the CD player: Don’t say what you’re going to say. Look back before you leave my life. Be sure before you close that door. Before you roll those dice, Baby think twice!

I was hoping that she’d listen. Without another glance she walked past me. I waited for the pain to crush my soul. But, numbness formed a welcome barricade. I thought of times he’d taken her for a weekend or days when she was a child; how much I felt we both needed a shrink on each returned; how relieved I was when he’d migrated. Now, in less than one month after his return, he had erased all the work I’d done in ten years.

“I can’t fix it this time,” I cried. “I won’t be able to hold her in my arms and kiss the pain away!”

I protected my own soul. Prepared for the barrage of emotions that would soon come crashing down. A week later, much to my expectation, he brought her back.

“I have to go,” he said to me. “I have a plane to catch!”

In my office she waited for his return. She had come “to spend some time” with me, he’d said to her. Lunchtime turned to evening and my work ended. I avoided her gaze. She still believed in Santa Claus and thought that Cinderella’s glass slippers and pumpkin carriage were real.

I packed my bag. She had not come with hers. The wild look temporarily returned. Like a cornered animal she made a sudden dash. I guessed reality was setting in: she was going home with me.  In my periphery, I saw the tears begin to roll.

Things would never be the same again! I thought.


Oh Phooey!

An excerpt from To Kryss with Love– a collection of short stories written  for my daughter.

A friend told me of a dream she had in which she visited the home of a prominent woman, one day.  In this woman’s yard stood a beautiful, well-groomed mango tree laden with fruit.

Eager to get her hands on a juicy mango, my friend approached the tree, only to find that it was bearing cabbages- huge, misshapen, ill-placed cabbages!

Oh, how terribly disappointing! She thought.  “Why is this beautiful plant flourishing with the wrong fruit?”

I’ve asked myself that very question so many times as I’ve watched you grow.  Your outer beauty seems only to belie the expressions of your heart.

Sometimes when we find ourselves as the lonesome mango in the cabbage patch, we find it hard to stand alone and be ourselves.

In an effort to fit in with everyone else around, we begin to take on a nature not our own.  We begin to lose sight of who we really are and become confused.

We may think that the problem is the cabbage patch; that we would better thrive in the forest among the trees; that it is by association we become who we’re really meant to be.

But the answer is not in our planting but in our genes.  Our true nature is written in our Being.  Therefore, no matter where we’re planted or with whom we grow, the true expression of ourselves can only come from within.

So take some time, my dear, to stand aloof.  Examine the aura you exude.  Understand the markings of your heart that define for you, your destiny.

Then, be prepared to be unique.  If you’re the only lark among the hawks, then sing like a lark without a care.  And if you’re the only flower of fragrance rare, then smell like no other fragrance can compare.

And when you find yourself lonely where none seems a lot like you, still be true to yourself.  For it is only in bringing forth your own originals, that you fulfill purpose.  It is only in depicting expressions of the heart that you say who you are and command respect.

It is only in searching the recesses of your soul that you discover Self and gain the power to impact the world around you with a beauty all your own.

Only in this you’ll find fulfillment.  Only then, will you be truly blessed.  It is only when you can look inside and find worth in who you are; when you’re content with whom you’re created to be and determined to flaunt no other meaning than what your code entails, that you find happiness.  And prosperity!  And wealth! And peace!



Costly Mistakes

An excerpt from To Kryss with Love– a collection of short stories written seven years ago for my, then, teenage daughter .

When I was much younger and just learning to sew, I found that I liked to stitch but not to base.  I liked to put pieces together but not to rip.  I was quick to make but not to mend.

But in my haste, I created many faulty fits.  With nicks and notches and crooked paths I, many times, corrupted the masterpiece I had in mind.

Sometimes, I turned faults into fashion and covered mistakes with skilful art.  But at times I helplessly tossed aside the cuts that no amount of knack could fix.

Now that I am older and wiser than I used to be, and far less hurry to complete a task, I take the time to plan the steps of every work.

And if by chance, I go off-course, I linger at the point I erred and undo every tiny flaw until at last I’m satisfied with the labor of my hands.

You see, my dear, there are some mistakes that once they’re made, they can’t ever be reversed.  These are the ones we must avoid at any cost.  For life does not always give a second chance to do right what we wronged before.

And even those mistakes which we try so hard to hide, although we may conceal them from the public’s eyes, they’ll still be mistakes- only well disguised.

So, Honey, think before you act!  Plan a course of action for your life.  Make straight paths for your feet.  Decide on what it is you wish to accomplish and what steps are necessary for you to succeed.

Then work towards your goal.  Follow the guidelines left by those who’ve walked that road before.  Don’t be afraid to ask for help.  And above all, do not be too proud to admit when you have failed. Or, too busy to take the time to correct your faults!