“Dada! See what I makeded you!” My little daughter holds up a piece of paper,
covered in colorful scribbles. I bend
down to look closer.
“It’s beautiful, Madison.”
What I really mean is “You’re beautiful, Madison, and I’m so proud to be
your dada and I think I could just watch you be you forever.” But of course she doesn’t know that. She simply smiles up at me.
“It’s for you, Dada!”
She thrusts it into my hand then scampers away.
“Open your eyes!” Someone screams into my ear. I open them and see the grenade lying on the
sand.
oooof. how do you pack so much relationship, character and emotion into 100 words, nikki?
ReplyDelete^^^ my thoughts exactly.
ReplyDeleteso good! you are my inspiration.
ReplyDelete100 words later and i'm bummed...
ReplyDelete(in a good way) =)
Oh maan!! I agree with Sara, how did you do that?! It felt like so much longer than 100 words, in a good way.. I had to read it twice over to realize it really was only 100... So so so so so good.... You inspire me to be better.
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