Dream It

"You can be anything you want to be." The lady said sitting in the chair, legs crossed. The little girl on the floor looked up at her and asked innocently, "Really?" The woman smiled, unaware of the power in her words, and told the girl, "Yes of course! If you can dream it. If you can believe it. Then you can certainly achieve it." The little girl smiled as she packed up her things, therapy was now over. She exited the room to be collected by her mother, smiling widely about what she had just learned.

Back at home the little girl went back to her bedroom and played, her mother went about the house cleaning and let her have her space. The girl thought to herself, a dream she really craved. I wish my mom was happy again, I wish she remembered how to smile. I wish that she would play with me, and stay with me a while. The little girl imagined what it was like when her mother used to play with her. She'd read her books, all snuggled up on the couch or warm in bed. The little girl envisioned this deep inside her mind. She felt the glow of happiness, growing with its might.

Bedtime came by fast and the little girl felt hopeful, she asked her mother to read a book and cuddle up in bed with her. She smiled at her baby girl and selected a book off the shelf, it was about a scary monster, who learned to love with the help of an elf. Her mother made voices, she laughed, she yelled. The little girl was in disbelief, this was every feeling she had felt. Her mother kissed her on the cheek, and once more on her head. She sang to her a goodnight song and tucked her into bed. Again this little girl gave thanks, for her wishes had been granted. There is much more to create, now she knows she's enchanted.

The morning sun came shining through the curtains of her window, she remembered how her father used to carry her from her bed. She bowed her head and thought real hard to remember Daddy's face, she felt his embrace and heard his voice and the tickle from the stubble on his face. I wish my Daddy would come back to us. I wish he was here with Mom. I wish he would stay with us for a while, and all his work was done. She thought to herself all the happy memories of Mom and Dad laughing. She thought of staying up late and watching movies, then falling asleep too early.

She walked downstairs and started to eat her toast, Mom was making eggs. When suddenly there was a knock at the door, they didn't know someone was coming. Her mother straightened out her apron and fixed her hair in the mirror, she peeked out the peephole and then began crying. She quickly undid the bolted lock and cried out in joy. Then in walked the man of their dreams, her Daddy standing tall, even after Mom jumped in his arms, his strength never wavered, not at all. The little girl's eyes began to fill with tears, not because she was sad, but because she was so grateful for everything she had.

To be continued?