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If I was babysitting little me today,
I would give her a long hug and let her show me her room. We would go to the toy store and finally buy that gymnastics doll set that she has always wanted.
I would make sure she got it before she got too big to play with toys. We would play on the grass and drink cold glasses of lemonade. She could have as much as she wanted. I think she would drink ten glasses.
And maybe after the sun stained our cheeks rosy and flushed, we would go back inside and sit cross legged on her bed and talk, surrounded by beanie babies and shoe box doll beds. She would tell me about her mom and I would listen and I would promise to make things better.
I would ask her about the metal box in her bottom drawer and the diary hidden under the step to her bunk bed.
She would be scared, but she would show me what was hidden in the box. We would throw everything away, together.
Perhaps, I would show her my scars too.
I would take her away, to a home where it is okay to eat the same thing for breakfast everyday and where kitchen spoons are only used for cooking and where you don't get punished for crying. We would cry everyday. Until the pain finally went away.
She would grow up into a woman I do not recognize and I would fade away, forever. But that would be okay, because that little girl deserves the world. Her life deserves to happen. Because she is me.
I would give her a long hug and let her show me her room. We would go to the toy store and finally buy that gymnastics doll set that she has always wanted.
I would make sure she got it before she got too big to play with toys. We would play on the grass and drink cold glasses of lemonade. She could have as much as she wanted. I think she would drink ten glasses.
And maybe after the sun stained our cheeks rosy and flushed, we would go back inside and sit cross legged on her bed and talk, surrounded by beanie babies and shoe box doll beds. She would tell me about her mom and I would listen and I would promise to make things better.
I would ask her about the metal box in her bottom drawer and the diary hidden under the step to her bunk bed.
She would be scared, but she would show me what was hidden in the box. We would throw everything away, together.
Perhaps, I would show her my scars too.
I would take her away, to a home where it is okay to eat the same thing for breakfast everyday and where kitchen spoons are only used for cooking and where you don't get punished for crying. We would cry everyday. Until the pain finally went away.
She would grow up into a woman I do not recognize and I would fade away, forever. But that would be okay, because that little girl deserves the world. Her life deserves to happen. Because she is me.
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