September 21, 2012
A long walk with my Daddy and my little sis, either to the supermarket, the playground, or just a walk down the block and back. Its one of the many pleasures I indulge in. During our walks I enjoy walking on lawns, picking flowers, and jumping off steps. I've learned if I hold Daddy's hand, I can jump more than just two. Speaking of two, I have two questions. Do you remember where you were, or what you were doing, that made you feel like nothing in the world can harm you? Did it make you feel like a little girl holding her daddy's hand while crossing the street? If not, you should try it. There is nothing like holding a big, strong, powerful hand, from a man with a grip, that says "I will never let you go and I will never let anything hurt you". One of the reasons why I love our walks. Another reason. Picking flowers! I love picking flowers, even leaves. I ask Daddy to pull branches down so that I might pick the most prettiest leaves to add to my collection. An assortment of colors. I pick them for Daddy, and in return I receive the most beautiful and brightest smile. Daddy puts them in his pocket. He has a collection of them in his room. He says its his little bouquet, from his little lady.
Today, while walking back from the supermarket, Daddy pointed out some pretty white flowers. I didn't see them because I was on top of the hill of someones' lawn. I came down to see the flowers and picked one. Daddy said to make sure there weren't any bugs in them. I went to smell it and Daddy was right. My flower had a few ants in it. I threw the flower down and ran to Daddy. I cried. I wanted to pick a flower that didn't have bugs in it. Daddy suggested I pick this flower he called a wish, a dandelion. It was all by itself, sitting in the middle of a grass. I could hear Daddy saying "Be careful with it. You don't want to lose any of those fluffy seeds on it. You might not get what you wish for". After hearing that, I made sure I didn't. I picked it as gently as I could. As I ran back to Daddy and Alyssia, Daddy again warned me of the cost of losing any seeds. I told him I wouldn't because of the importance of my wish. I then asked Daddy "how do I make my wish?" He said "you ask for your wish, don't tell anyone or it might not come true, then you blow all the fluffiness off the flower"
"Is that all I have to do to get my wish, Daddy?", "Yes Maritza, that's all."
That's when I looked at Daddy(even though he said not to tell my wish) and said "I wish I could see my Mommy" He looked at me with a sense of helplessness and sorrow and said "I bet she want to see you to" I became so excited that I waved my hands back and forth, to find I had lost half of my flower in the wind. I cried to Daddy, that I didn't get a chance to make my wish. He held me in his arms and told me he will find another one, no matter what. The rest of the walk home Daddy kept looking. We were almost home. No flower for me. No hope for Maritza. Just then, Daddy saw one that was so far away, I didn't believe him, until he picked my wish up, walked it over to me, guarding it with his life and said "hurry up and make your wish. One day it will come true."
I thanked Daddy and made my wish. The seeds were floating through the air like a bunch of teeny tiny fairies. It was beautiful to see and just as beautiful to know, Daddy wanted my wish to come true as much as I did. Maybe with the two of us wanting it, it will.
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