Monthly Archives: November 2021

“How do you know?” the girl demanded. Her mother smiled an enigmatic smile. “If you mean that someday I’m going to get married …” She brushed away a tear. “I don’t believe you. Because the boys at school don’t like … Continue reading →

The mother eyed her daughter compassionately. “My darling,” she began. The girl lifted up a tear-stained face. Her mother’s tender palm felt good against it. It was soft and comforting. She listened avidly, luxuriously. “You will have a family again.”

The girl was getting fed up. “I don’t want to do great things,” she stated. Her mother’s eyebrows rose into her hair. Normally this would have been a warning signal to proceed no further; however, this time, the girl didn’t … Continue reading →

“I keep waiting to hear that they caught him,” the girl sniffled. “But they never did.” She let out a sob. “Who?” her mother asked. “You know.” There was a pause. “The man who did this to you.” The mother … Continue reading →

“I’m not ready for this,” the girl whispered. Her mother smiled and patted her hand. “At the risk of quoting one of your brother’s superheroes, you were born ready,” she stated. The girl’s eyes widened. “You are one of the … Continue reading →

“And yet …” The mother’s eyes took on a wistful gleam. “I do wish I could have been physically present to guide you through the transition from girlhood to womanhood.”

“I started my period,” the girl confided. “I know, dear.” The mother caressed her hair and gave it a kiss. “I was so proud of the mature and self-assured manner in which you handled yourself.” The girl beamed.

The girl sniffled and wiped her eyes. The mother hugged her. “I went away, as you put it, because the vehicular impact inflicted injuries that were too strong for me to sustain,” she explained. “It had nothing to do with … Continue reading →

The young girl experienced an affectionate kiss from her mother. Not in the physical form, but she experienced it nonetheless. “It’s my fault,” she whimpered. Her mother hugged the child’s head close to her chest. “How do you work that … Continue reading →

The girl lay her head on the table and sobbed, freshly aware of all that she had lost. “I want my mommy,” she wept. The old woman watched her compassionately. “It isn’t fair!” The girl hiccupped and sniffled, angrily. A … Continue reading →