The Last TimeA Story by JoshA father holds his baby daughter one last time.She was so cold. Holding her in my arms I can remember how cold she was. Not just cold feet and cold hands like some babies get and you have to cover them with socks and gloves. But, her head was cold too. I put a little cap on her head. I knew I didn’t have much time left. They’d be coming to get her soon. How would I react, I remember wondering. Would I protest? Would I be fine with realizing that this would be the last time holding her? I was still making little ‘chicka, chicka’ noises in her ear like I always did and she’d smile so big. I wish she’d smile now. Oh, baby, won’t you smile just one more time. Just one more time for Daddy. The door of the hospital room opened halfway and there was a soft knock at the door, “Mr. Smith?” It was Mrs. Cooper from the funeral home. “Take all the time you need.” She left. It was a long time before I was ready. I kissed my little girl’s cheeks and then her little hands one last time. © 2014 JoshAuthor's Note
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