by Shirley Bowling

Created on: February 02, 2008

I sit quietly wondering what is next in my small life, only being the tender age of six.

After all I've already been Wonder Woman, The Bionic Woman, and Princess Leah. I've already

done it all I've saved the world and the universe from certain catastrophe. My dreams and

wishes are simple to remain a child. Children do nothing more than to laugh and play.

I quietly read my Piers Anthony novel about Xanth. I fantasize about a fairy tale land full

of action and adventure. I daydream maybe one day I'll have a real daddy. My daddy was

mean. He hit my brother with shoes, belts, books just anything he could get his hands on.

He did far worse too I just would rather not talk about it. I am 14 I just want a real

daddy.

I'm 16 today and I received my driver's license. I don't want to get any older I'm happy the

way I am. I miss my innocence of what my life was before I knew what was up with my dad.

I am nearly a grown woman now college is in my plan. I have to get out. I have to leave I

can't take it anymore. That nasty old man grabbed my grandma by the wrist. I hate him. I

wish he would die. I know feeling this way is wrong and I'll probably go to Hell for it.

Hate is a sin.

I'm 18 I'm leaving! I can't wait. That nasty man is out of my life. I am in school

studying Broadcast Journalism. One day I'll make it! I want to make the world a better

place by putting a positive spin on the news. I wish I were in a studio now.

I'm 22 my grandma passed away. God, how I miss her. She used to tell me because I talk too

much to "listen to the butterflies." So, quietly I sit listening for butterfly wings. I wish

I could have my grandmas arm around me telling me everything will be alright. I wish it had

been dear 'ole dad.

I'm 26 now I'll be 27 in a week. It finally happened he's dead. I'm supposed to love my

daddy. I don't know weather to laugh or cry from the tragedy of it all. I can't imagine

dying and everyone throwing a party over it. Death is supposed to be a sad event isn't it?

I feel a sense of relief almost like freedom. I feel happier than I've ever been. He's

gone.

I'm 28 I met someone. I think this is it. He's cute. He's tall, has dark eyes, and has the

prettiest eyes you'll ever see on a man. We live in Cleveland "What are you doing wearing a

Yankees hat in Cleveland? You're going to get lynched.

I'm 33 now we have three beautiful children all with daddy's eyes, two boys and one girl.

We love each other and like any other couple we argue. Now we have a family and we are

wishing for a home.

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