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Little One's CryingCategory: (general)
Thursday, 3 May 2007
08:41:31 AM (GMT)
"Put your hands up,
and drop too the floor."
The man is screaming,
as he breaks through the door.

"No one move,
or you'll wind up dead."
I sneeze,
and put a gun to my head.

"now everyone quiet,
we're just here for the girl."
'Is he talking about me?'
my head begins too swirl.

but he grabs the little one next to me,
and i wish it was i.
my eyes fill with tears,
as the little one cries.

"Take me too!"
i yell at the man.
I slowly get up,
and fully stand.

he still has the gun,
pointed at my head.
'this is crazy shit,
im gonna wind up dead.'

he takes my arm,
and carries me out.
from the bank is an uproar,
and everyone does shout.

he fires a round,
and then two more.
some one was shot,
and falls too the floor.

i breifly look back,
too see my sister lay dieing.
why was i swayed so,
by this little ones crying?

‹Music_Lover_121091_<3› says:   3 May 2007   991348  
this is reelly sad.
abc_ whispers:   3 May 2007   481817  
"Will you tell Daddy for me?"

That was the worst part. At seventeen, telling my mom I was pregnant
was hard enough, but telling my dad was impossible. Daddy had always
been a constant source of courage in my life. He had always looked at
me with pride, and I had always tried to live my life in a way that
would make him proud. Until this. Now it would all be shattered. I
would no longer be Daddy's little girl. He would never look at me the
same again. I heaved a defeated sigh and leaned against my mom for

"I'll have to take you somewhere while I tell your father. Do you
understand why?"

"Yes, Mama." Because he wouldn't be able to look at me, that's why.
I went to spend the evening with the minister of our church, Brother
Lu, who was the only person I felt comfortable with at that time. He
counseled and consoled me, while Mom went home and called my dad at
work to break the news.

It was all so unreal. At that time, being with someone who didn't
judge me was a good thing. We prayed and talked, and I began to accept
and understand the road that lay ahead for me. Then I saw the
headlights in the window.

Mom had come back to take me home, and I knew Dad would be with her. I
was so afraid. I ran out of the living room and into the small
bathroom, closing and locking the door. Brother Lu followed and gently
reprimanded me.

"Missy, you can't do this. You have to face him sooner or later. He
isn't going home without you. C'mon."

"Okay, but will you stay with me? I'm scared."

"Of course, Missy. Of course." I opened the door and slowly followed
Brother Lu back to the living room. Mom and Dad still hadn't come in
yet. I figured they were sitting in the car, preparing Dad for what to
do or say when he saw me. Mom knew how afraid I was. But it wasn't
fear that my father would yell at me or be angry with me. I wasn't
afraid of him. It was the sadness in his eyes that frightened me. The
knowledge that I had been in trouble and pain, and had not come to him
for help and support. The realization that I was no longer his little

I heard the footsteps on the sidewalk and the light tap on the wooden
door. My lip began to quiver, opening a new floodgate of tears, and I
hid behind Brother Lu. Mom walked in first and hugged him, then looked
at me with a weak smile. Her eyes were swollen from her own tears, and
I was thankful she had not wept in front of me. And then he was there.
He didn't even shake Luther's hand
abc_ whispers:   3 May 2007   588852  
He didn't even shake Luther's hand, just nodded as he swept by,
coming to me and gathering me up into his strong arms, holding me
close as he whispered to me, "I love you. I love you, and I will love
your baby, too."

He didn't cry. Not my dad. But I felt him quiver against me. I knew it
took all of his control not to cry, and I was proud of him for that.
And thankful. When he pulled back and looked at me, there was love and
pride in his eyes. Even at that difficult moment.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I love you so much."

"I know. Let's go home." And home we went. All of my fear was gone.
There would still be pain and trials that I could not even imagine.
But I had a strong, loving family that I knew would always be there
for me. Most of all, I was still Daddy's little girl, and armed with
that knowledge, there wasn't a mountain I couldn't climb or a storm I
couldn't weather.

Thank you, Daddy.
‹*=ForgottenInNothingness=*› says:   4 May 2007   397632  
omg thats good
Lime says :   4 May 2007   843547  
Bubbles if u need a shoulder to cry on im here!! b/ i need one too!


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