That Little Girl

What do you see? A child holding a broken toy.
Still smiling. Still innocently happy. That child looks up to you as a protector, a provider and endless love.

What do you see? A teenager that feels alone and left out.
One big misunderstanding. Challenges and never ending troubles. Now life becomes hard. Alcohol and misguiding voices stir that teenager away from you. Someone you love and care about yet you cannot touch.

What do you see now? She is growing up becoming the woman you wanted her to be. Becoming all she dreamed about. No more toys for her to play with. Just plans for the future. Strong hands for work, no regrets, still happiness in her eyes. She is a young woman. Proud. You can tell by the way she carries herself and by the life she has lived. Yes, achieving what you both wanted. Your proud. So glad to see her doing so good.

Then what happens?

Somebody saw all that goodness and like a villain in the night stole that innocence. Her dreams soon became harsh realities. Her smiled faded. Again someone you love but you can't seem to touch. You don't understand what has happened to her. You trying to reach but she pushes you away. She wants to be alone. She cant understand why would somebody be so cruel. Her eyes are open to this life. Endless nights of praying. She prays so she is not to be alone. You pray so that God can reach her.

Again what do you see? A child helplessly sad with a toy. That child inst smiling anymore. Her smile has been replaced by tears. Her toy is broken and cannot be fixed. You pray for that child. God please help her. God please bless her, give her strength, give her happiness like only you can do.

Time passes by and that child does not forget but simply learns to accept it. Again you can see a smile forming. A transformation happens and now she is finally a woman. You thank God for being there for her. You embrace her.

Life is mostly about accepting the things that happen whether they are good or bad. Moving on and overcoming them is the key. I am damn proud of my mom for always being there for me when I thought of myself totally gone. I hope that she gets many years to enjoy the fine woman I've become. And I hope that I may be able to be there and do whatever I can for her. I thank God I'm still here, I thank God for listening to her prayers as well as mine. Never once he left me, not even when I felt completely alone. I'm just happy about life. Nothing can be too big of a problem. Everyday I feel stronger and proud. I am so happy.