Nicki, this is a very beautiful and touching story. I am the last person on WDC to give any advise on sentence structure or grammar, but as far as I can tell the story connects perfectly from one scene to the next. I do not have the words to express what this story does for me personally. Certain types of writing, in my humble opinion, is meant to search out and touch the heart- to find the human experience in all of us that waits to be identified with. Weather this story is from personal experience or just comes from that special place that resides within us all, you have delved within to that secret garden and given us (the reader) a poignant and heartwarming story.
I have a daughter whom, for reasons I will not express here, I had to give up for adoption. I was fortunate enough to be given what is known as an open adoption, and I have been a part of her life now for the past eleven years. She has expressed to me a deep desire to meet her mother. My daughter has that unconditional love that many children have, and was willing to forgive her mother. Her mother, because of her drinking, was not allowed to see her daughter, and rightfully so. I believe that she knew this was right and just, but still suffered in ways that only a mother would understand – though I felt her pain. My wish for my daughter and her mother was that someday they would reunite. That her mother would win her battle with alcohol and have a relationship that would benefit them both.
Less than a year ago, my daughter’s mother, in a drunken state, fell down a flight of stairs and hit her head. She died a few days later of a brain aneurysm. My daughter will never see her mother. She will never hold her mother. She will never be able to come to terms with her, face to face, with all the emotions she has had to deal with these many years. And in all honesty, it has devastated me as well. My secret fantasy was a reunion that all three of us could share. I saw my daughter’s mother a month before she died, and was not man enough to say hello or to tell her how beautiful and intelligent her daughter has grown to be. I will regret my cowardice to the day I die, and beyond…
So you see, the story that you have written touches the hearts of people in many different ways- I think. I know for me, it is a reminder of how much I love my little girl and how much her mother loved her as well. In your story, the mother was burned and horribly afflicted. In my daughter’s case, her mother was diseased with alcoholism and horrible afflicted. But she was trying with all her heart and soul to get better, so she could some day be the mother she could not be as my daughter grew. The day I saw her, she was at a twelve-step meeting, trying to stay sober. The same day that I refused to speak to her because of past pains, may God forgive me…
Your story has changed my heart in many ways. It is too painful to even say how, but the changes are all for the good. When my daughter gets older, I believe I will have her read this story, and in the meantime, I will love her with all my heart.
God bless Nicki, and thankyou…
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