Family
September 28th 2008 10:39
Family
Dusk had fallen but still Maree sat in the second hand armchair, nursing her newborn. "Shhhhh, shhhh" she whispered to her daughter.
Cradled in the crook of her arm, Maree would move her slightly, just enough to ease the pressure off the bruises.
She really believed that having a child would mellow her boyfriend but just one day home from the hospital and things were no better.
"It's a male thing," she muttered
"Hey, don't tar us all with the same brush. Far as I can remember, I never laid a hand on you or your mother," her father stated, seated across from her on the only other armchair in the room.
Maree smiled. From where she was sitting, beside the only lamp in the room, her father looked almost ethereal. "I apologise."
"You don't have to handle this alone, you know," her father advised. It was so difficult offering advice when all he wanted to do was take action and solve the situation instantly.
The baby whimpered.
Maree whispered, "I know."
"Your decision."
She laughed, again unsettling her daughter. "Just what you say when you want me to take your advice but you want me to make my own decisions."
Her father smiled then he stood and walked up to her. Raising her chin with one finger he planted a kiss on her forehead and whispered, "remember you always have family."
Morning sunlight streamed into the home of Sussanna.
For so long she'd kept the shutters and drapes drawn, not wanting any daylight to penetrate her gloom, but yet this morning, she felt revitalized, refreshed, almost yearning for something new to walk through her door.
Her next adventure was deciding to use her grandmother's antique kettle, but when the doorbell startled her, the kettle crashed to the floor breaking into too many salvageable pieces.
"Oh, dear," Sussanna cried.
But the doorbell kept ringing.
Disheartened, Sussanna opened the door, ready to tell whoever was there that they were being a nuisance, but when she looked at the young woman with the bundle in her arms, Sussanna's heart melted and tears fell.
Late that night, snuggled in her favourite linen nighty, Sussanna pulled back the bed covers on her side of the bed and then walked around and pulled back the bed covers on her husband's side of the bed revealing his pajamas.
Once tucked into her own side, Sussanna reached across and pressing his pajamas to her chest she whispered, happily "Thankyou for bringing our daughter home."
Dusk had fallen but still Maree sat in the second hand armchair, nursing her newborn. "Shhhhh, shhhh" she whispered to her daughter.
Cradled in the crook of her arm, Maree would move her slightly, just enough to ease the pressure off the bruises.
She really believed that having a child would mellow her boyfriend but just one day home from the hospital and things were no better.
"It's a male thing," she muttered
"Hey, don't tar us all with the same brush. Far as I can remember, I never laid a hand on you or your mother," her father stated, seated across from her on the only other armchair in the room.
Maree smiled. From where she was sitting, beside the only lamp in the room, her father looked almost ethereal. "I apologise."
"You don't have to handle this alone, you know," her father advised. It was so difficult offering advice when all he wanted to do was take action and solve the situation instantly.
The baby whimpered.
Maree whispered, "I know."
"Your decision."
She laughed, again unsettling her daughter. "Just what you say when you want me to take your advice but you want me to make my own decisions."
Her father smiled then he stood and walked up to her. Raising her chin with one finger he planted a kiss on her forehead and whispered, "remember you always have family."
...000…
Morning sunlight streamed into the home of Sussanna.
For so long she'd kept the shutters and drapes drawn, not wanting any daylight to penetrate her gloom, but yet this morning, she felt revitalized, refreshed, almost yearning for something new to walk through her door.
Her next adventure was deciding to use her grandmother's antique kettle, but when the doorbell startled her, the kettle crashed to the floor breaking into too many salvageable pieces.
"Oh, dear," Sussanna cried.
But the doorbell kept ringing.
Disheartened, Sussanna opened the door, ready to tell whoever was there that they were being a nuisance, but when she looked at the young woman with the bundle in her arms, Sussanna's heart melted and tears fell.
...000...
Late that night, snuggled in her favourite linen nighty, Sussanna pulled back the bed covers on her side of the bed and then walked around and pulled back the bed covers on her husband's side of the bed revealing his pajamas.
Once tucked into her own side, Sussanna reached across and pressing his pajamas to her chest she whispered, happily "Thankyou for bringing our daughter home."
[ Text and original characters copyright © 2008 by Teresa Strati ]
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