She sat in the passenger seat next to me, silent tears running down her beautiful cheeks and although I wanted her to tell me everything, I respected her silence.
My 9 year old daughter had endured more than any 9 year old should have to endure. There were days when I could see the child in her – happy, content, full of life, hope and excitement. Then there were the days I could see that the world was weighing heavy on her young shoulders and the only way to let it go was through her silent tears. I saw so much of myself in her, so much of my mother, so much of the strong line of women that coursed through her veins. Hers the strength to endure what life was going to throw her way and although she may not ever let anyone know day-to-day that she was in pain, when it was time she would make sure we were aware.
I held her hand through her silent tears and I wondered how could losing your sister at such a young age be a life experience any child should have to endure? I held her hand, because I wanted her to know that although she may have felt alone, I would always be there to hold her hand when she felt it was time to shed her silent tears.
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awesome article as usual-very moving!!!
So much raw emotions, from a delicate soul, written by an insightful pen. Please continue…!