In Loving Memory

A short paragraph from a father's POV.

When I stroked your head, I remembered a young child who only came up to my knee and who always carried a doll with yarn-hair the same color as her own copper curls. When I leaned against your bed, I remembered an outspoken teenager who tried to convince me to let her go out for pizza with friends even though she was most definitely still grounded and yes, still confined to her room. When I held your hand, I remembered a strong woman who, in labored breaths, forgave the man who sent her to that hospital room and left her with stitches across her torso, her body bleeding, broken, in pain. And when I look at you now through barriers of glass and faded images, I remember a brave person who lived as much as she could for as long as she could . . . but forever and always, for as long as my memory and heart will allow, I will remember you as my little girl.

Author's Note

A short paragraph written for a contest with the prompt to include the words 'doll', 'pizza', and 'stitch'. I made myself sad ;_; Let me know what y'all think!

Reviews

[Kaseda]

You won my contest in first place! I chose your writing because it handled the piece in a different perspective from the other submissions. While the other submissions were from the point of view of children, yours was the only one from the point of view of the father. The big reason why this made a difference is because it helped you keep from limiting yourself. Your sentence in the hospital is absolutely captivating, and that can't be done from the child's POV.

Great job! I really loved this piece!

[kristollini]

Oh wow!! Thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked it :D Yay!!