Knock, knock, knock.
There’s a knock at the door, then a soft voice said, “Daddy, daddy, open the door.”
It’s my 2-year-old daughter Galaxy. Hearing her voice has always brought me to the present. I then remembered our previous meeting in the subway train were her and her two sisters told me that they were going to be strong reminders in my lifetime of being a better man that respects, loves and takes care of his woman and children.
I opened the door and allowed her to come in. Like a storm, she swept up all my sketches and papers from the desk and the bed and threw them as if it was confetti. She laughed and smiled. I think Galaxy’s soul left out one thing in our meeting, that she would teach me “patience.” My partner Irene, whom I call Bunnee (short for baby-buns), came in and offered me a cup of vegetable juice and another of coffee. I, of course, accepted both with a smile. She looked over the sketches on the floor then gazed at Galaxy. Trying her best to deter her from making more of a mess in my studio, Bunnee took Galaxy to the kitchen as she told her that they were heading out to the park. Galaxy ran out of the room cheering as Bunnee closed the door behind her.
I drank my juice for some good energy then thanked the coffee for smelling so good, the smell of the coffee brought me the memory of Jonathan.
∞
There’s a knock at the door, then a soft voice said, “Daddy, daddy, open the door.”
It’s my 2-year-old daughter Galaxy. Hearing her voice has always brought me to the present. I then remembered our previous meeting in the subway train were her and her two sisters told me that they were going to be strong reminders in my lifetime of being a better man that respects, loves and takes care of his woman and children.
I opened the door and allowed her to come in. Like a storm, she swept up all my sketches and papers from the desk and the bed and threw them as if it was confetti. She laughed and smiled. I think Galaxy’s soul left out one thing in our meeting, that she would teach me “patience.” My partner Irene, whom I call Bunnee (short for baby-buns), came in and offered me a cup of vegetable juice and another of coffee. I, of course, accepted both with a smile. She looked over the sketches on the floor then gazed at Galaxy. Trying her best to deter her from making more of a mess in my studio, Bunnee took Galaxy to the kitchen as she told her that they were heading out to the park. Galaxy ran out of the room cheering as Bunnee closed the door behind her.
I drank my juice for some good energy then thanked the coffee for smelling so good, the smell of the coffee brought me the memory of Jonathan.
∞
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