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Bare (195 words)
“What about goldilocks and the three bears?”
Oh, the look I receive. When had my little girl become one to roll her eyes? “I am too old for that story. Read Harry Potter and the Sorcher’s Stone.”
I smile. Sorcerer’s has become Sorcher’s. “I don’t think we have it.”
“Daddy has it. It’s the big one with the pretty cover.”
Wasn’t it just yesterday that Cinderella was the one with the pretty cover? In an iota of a moment picture books give way to big books, in another, princess tiaras to mascara and eyeliner.
Mama’s voice reverberates as I find the book on Doug’s shelf. “Treasure each instant with your children while they’re young because the wind carries them to fully grown with just a whisk.”
Because of drink she lost her time with me. I stagger at the thought that because of work I’ll lose the time with Mandy.
I clutch Harry Potter to my chest and return to my darling girl’s side. When I begin reading, she smiles. Her eyes are like Doug’s, hopeful, big, and brown, a tinge of merriment dancing.
I think there’s still a chance for me. I begin reading.