She sat there. By the window

..about the busy life style..and how much we miss by it

She sat there. By the window.

The clouds in her eyes were moving south, going past the sun. 

Silence playing a tune in her ears. 

Captured in the moment's flow,

she sat there. By the window.

Alone. In the room, In the big house.

It was 3 PM. 3 more Hours to wait.

Till then, the sky shall be her ground. 

She thought:

My daddy will come, run to me and grab me into arms.

My mommy.. will come, say the sweetest words and give me kisses till I giggle and giggle. They will give me the Kitten I wished  for my B'day.

Of course, they will give me. Of course, they would remember.

And they arrived in two shiny white cars. With files, suits and leather bags. My daddy came in, pulled off the shoes and entered the study room and closed the door behind him. Mommy was still on phone. So much of loud talks.  I couldn't see the clouds anymore. Silence was unheard for. My naany came in to my room. She made my bed and kissed me goodnight.

Where is The white kitten with the pretty red bow? Have they forgotten my b'day? Of course not, they would remember..if only they had the time for me. 

Reviews

[SamBug]

It's sad to think that some parents do forget about their children or don't pay enough attention to them. It really effects the child in the end and it hurts. All in all, this was a good piece to read. I felt sad for the little girl and hoped that she got her kitten as her parents came in. Unfortunately, the nanny was the only one who seemed to care. :( Poor kid. Great write!

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Awe this was sad. They are neglectful parents if they are young. I liked the way you used the poem in the beginning though. I liked that, but I feel bad for the little girl. I wish her parents were more understanding and less stupid. Thanks for sharing. :(

[JENY]

Your story left a streak of pain in my mind….
Insensitivity of caretakers….are the most serious
Of all wounds that can be inflicted upon the tender heart of a child….
It will haunt its life….till death…

[Ed Hart]

this will touch all of us in our place of missing