I got inspired to write this after I read Chicken soup for the soul. I was up at like 2:30 and I starting writing it. It's Bill point of view short story.
My sparrow which I once loved
I had just moved into my new apartment, it was small but big enough for the two of us. I loved her dearly with all my heart, her beautiful sea blue eyes, those rosy cheeks and that pale but beautiful face. She was my heart, my soul and my angel sent from heaven. I called her my little sparrow.
But the saddest think there was, she was infected by AIDs while getting a blood transfusion for her cancer. I received these hocks and my heart broke like cheap glass, while my wife was out secretly with another man. She left me alone to take care of Susan. She would ask me those sleepless nights will mommy come back? I used to tell her she is with us and always will be.
The years passed and she turned seven, her disease was growing stronger and which left her more venerable. The trips went by to the hospital, more medications and more days in the hospital. I knew that day by day was growing weaker which made her close to death.
One day she asked me while sitting in the hospital she asked me “Dad, will I ever be able to go back home?”
I looked at her with my eyes full of years but replied hopefully “Yes you will sweaty, just trust yourself.”
But as she grew older, the doctors told me she won’t be able to make it. But she was a fighter; she made it through all her surgeries, transfusions and chemotherapy. She never lost hope and faith and always fought.
Even though my little angel didn’t lose her belief, but I did. I knew that she’ll have to go someday and I’ll have to say goodbye. I will be like those visits to Tom’s house but this time no phone calls, no talking and no seeing each other via Skype.
On a cold grey winter evening on the day before Christmas, I remembered how she used to sing, just like me. Her favorite hymn ‘O come all ye faithful.’ I looked at her only to see her clasping my right hand in hers and saying “Daddy, I am going home.” I knew it was time that I had to let her go, but I didn’t want to.
“O come let us adore him, O come let us adore him, O come let us adore him, Christ the lord” I sang her to sleep with tears rolling down my cheeks. The doctor came in and checked her pulse, looked at me and said “I’m sorry Mr. Kaulitz.”
But I knew she went to a better place, like a sparrow just flew for her home. I was holding her limped and lifeless hands of my once hopeful and loving daughter. I will never forget that day, as it’s imprinted on my mind. I knew whenever I was feeling down or depressed, she was with me and I could feel it. Because I would never forget that loving aura that came from her. “I love you Susan and I will till the end of time.”
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but it's so good!!!!!....