F.K.

sorry, the title of the story is a mistake..

A windy day

Twenty years before he had seen his daughter. His mind was focused on years before. He remembered the day she was born. Her hands were white and small, her frame was fragile, her skin was quiet soft and her eyes were black and shaped like perfect ovals.. What he saw through the darkness of her eyes reminded him of how he blessesed in being there. He experienced a sense of splendid joy for the first time in his life. He liked the feeling. As he looked in the nearly dark room he remembered the days he spent playing with her.. He listened while the sound of her pleasant voice grew less and less; and tears started to his eyes. He looked all around.. She was everywhere.. He began to walk up and down the room, clasping the memory tightly in his mind and murmuring: "O my sweetie child! Daddy's little bird.. The walls of the room echoed the sound... And a bitter wailing rising over the roofs of his world.

A light fell over a photograph which was enclosed in a picture frame. It was Julie's photograph. He looked at it happily. She wore the pink blouse which he had brought her home as a present on her fifth birthday. It had cost him twenty five dollars...He remembered how he had suffered that day, waiting under the window of Julie's room until she fell to sleep. That day, Julie was standing at the bed, kicked out the sheet and blanket. She didn't want to sleep until her dady came and kissed her good-night. Striving to hide his parental feelings, he came inside her room and kissed her good-night... And she gave him a satisfied smile...

He looked into the eyes of the photograph and tenderly kissed the lifeless form.. Tears bathed his face as the memories surfaced...Why hadn't he realized that nothing would help him cope with the loss of his little child.. The sweet little girl he had lost twenty years ago had become just a memory in his mind.

His grief was intruded upon as Rose entered the room. He quickly controlled himself, and his sorrow completely concealed. Ignoring her question, John remained silent. His innermost memory were painful-but his alone. Staring in the darkness of the room, Rose could still see his sorrow.. The scene was so vivid and she could see how sad he was.. But, she could not see that his pain and sorrow would linger for many years..

Giving heed to him, her arms outstreched with a smile on her face.."John, are you all right?",she said as she cradled him in her arms. "Oh, yes", he answered. He couldn't tell her the truth.. He couldn't tell anybody about his feelings of longing and sorrow.. Rose and John headed downstairs... While Rose went into the living room, John walked into the hall and settled into an oversized chair. His gaze was fixed, looking at everything and seeing nothing... Why? Why Julie?, he questioned his God.

Suddenly, a gentle kiss placed on his cheek, and a soft giggle twinkled against his ears.." Good morning, daddy", she said.. John opened his eyes to see a very beautiful child, standing on the side of his bed.. It was his little girl, Julie.
It was just a dream