My only daughter. There were so many smiles, so many laughs, so much happiness until we learned that this was temporary. The love would always stay, but dampened, stamped upon, ground out like old pieces of wood…no longer useful to the owner.
And owner there is. Despite the life being harvested, nurtured and flourished by one, another poached her after her growth.
Kidnapped, lied to, manipulated, poisoned, used and probably to be discarded eventually as so much burned ashes.
For me, the ashes are a new beginning. A chance to replant, regrow, renew. A lost soul. A shattered soul. A soul whose only soil is the love of her mother. And the soil remains. Waiting for what is left after he has finished….and the hope that there is anything left of that happy, beautiful child I once knew.
Short Stories, Political Commentary, and the Information the Government Does Not Want You To Find by Kristina Tehrani 