A bedtime story

But not what you would expect.

"Mummy, where did father go?"

 

"You know father went to heaven, with God and his angels."

 

"But why did Jesus not die? He came back to life. I want daddy to come back too."

 

"Because Jesus is the Son of God."

"But you also said we all are children of God."

 

"Come now, Féawyn, I have told you many times by now."

 

"I just want to understand where daddy has gone to, mummy."

 

"We all miss him, sweetheart, we all do."

 

(...)

 

"Mummy, why did father have to die so young if he lived such a good and honest life?"

 

"Féawyn! Please leave the matter be. We can't change what has happened, now try to take some sleep."

 

"I dream about him, every night I see him fly with me through the sky. But then he fades away together with the clouds and then I fall, only to wake up just before I hit the ground."

 

"Dreams are not real, honey, they won't hurt you. Just think of something happy and you will rest better."

 

"I don't want to think about something happy! I don't want to forget daddy's face!"

 

"Of course you 'don't. Let me sleep with you tonight and protect you in your dreams, OK?"

 

"OK, mummy. Will you sing daddy's song one more time?"

 

"Please, Féawyn, you know its hard for me to do that."

 

"I will sing with you."

 

"Very well."

Author's Note

Feel free to leave a comment. As always, thanks for reading.

Reviews

[JiDonnelly]

Wow, I have never read anything quite like it in my life..
Its amazing I don't know what it is I think I'm too poorly educated..

-JiDonnelly'

[NoblePariah]

Well done, the child seems to cut to the core of the issue of death through simple, questioning innocence. It is used quite effectively... and a cool choice of a name for the child, if I might add.

[Acropolix]

I thought the name to be somewhat 'elvish'. At least, the lore of elves inspired me to come up with this name. Glad you like the story.

[Shubham's View]

The innocence of the child, her inability to understand the treasure lost, perfectly described, as is the anguish felt by the mother, which she is ready to overcome for her child! Brilliant! :')

[Acropolix]

My gratitude for your kind words.