There you sat, knees tucked to your chest, with your book in hand and your glasses sitting rigid on your face.
Your eyes smiled when you read the good parts and darkened at the bad. Beside you the fire crackled and danced as your small daughter opened the door, letting cold gusts of air wrap their chilly arms around the small cylinder shaped room. Your daughter skipped up to you and curled herself up close where she shook your arms and tapped your shoulder, silently asking you to read the story to her.
You flattened the pages with the curled edges from being read numerous times. The pages were yellow and stained with little drawings and doodles drawn by your little girl. The rabbits pranced on the page, scattered over the words making it difficult to read. You kissed her hair, inhaling deeply and began to read the story. Your voice was low and soft as you read each word. The musical nots that drifted from your mouth soothed her and soon her delicite eyelids had fluttered closed. You entangled her hair in your huge, farmer hands and kissed her forehead before getting up and adding a couple of logs to the dimming fire.
Your beautiful wife entered the small, cosy room with two mugs of hot tea and fresh brown bread with melted butter. Her glossy brown hair was tied into a light pony-tail and her dark mallow eyes were framed by long, delicate eyelashes. She wore a checked apron over a floor-length floral dress and her slender fingers curled over the tray she was holding. She always left you in awe of her.You smiled up at her and took hold of the tray letting her sit down before handing her the supper she had prepared. Beside her you sat close sharing stories about the 'good ol' times' whilst fingering each strand of her hair in your hands. As night closed in your wife's eyes drifted closed so you fetched some blankets and covered both her and your daughter. It was late while you sat sipping the tea contently and let your mind run free over the many events you had uncovered in your lifetime, some plesant and some not. You too fell asleep beside the bright fire, in the small room in the heart of the Crackdun Forest.
You woke up to the smell of porridge oats and freshly-picked berries. You smiled because you knew what was coming. Your eyes twinkled as you postioned yourself on the front step of the little house and peered out into clearing. It was early morning and the pink sun was just rising over the hills. You heard the sound of feet on the cold un-even wooden floor and turned to see your daughter coming toward you holding out her little hand. You took it in yours, the size of her hands compared to your big ones never failed to amaze you. You sat down on the hand-made step and hoisted her up onto your lap. By now the sun was up and your wife was calling you for breakfast.
The day went by slowly, you knew that these days here were numbered so you savoured each part, like a hard sweet seeping juice onto your tongue. You and your wife sat outside eating breakfast watching your daughter sing and attempt to pet the flocking gulls, before settling with just looking at them. You smiled and put your arm around your wife. Tears of joy trickled down your wrinkled cheeks as you counted the many blessings God had given you in life. For life was such a frail thing and when you had it good you held on to it like you would never let it go.
You wanted me to finish this story with your favorite quote;
You can't change your colour and you can't change your skin but you can determine the way your life goes by how you live it.
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