THE WAIT

I woke up to this morning a beautiful morning, the morning with the sun’s rays hugging me, as a mother hugs her new born daughter. Thinking about this day which is quite special, the happiest day of my life so far. I couldn’t wait for the day to start. With the breakfast down in 10 minutes I got dressed listening to the birds chirping, it was like they were asking me to tell my story again. And for the thousandth time I couldn’t help but tell them again. SHE IS COMING HOME , MY DAUGHTER IS COMING HOME!!! I told them. Spring is the most beautiful, colorful fresh part of the year where everything is beautiful, everything smells refreshing. I have waited for the spring for so long and now it is coming. Because for me she is the spring. Most would ask why wait for the spring for so long but when it comes, you would think she is worth the wait. she would smell like those flowers which open’s for the first time .

With this conversation ending I walked on the pavement. My feet carrying me through the well-known path. My feet wouldn’t walk faster I couldn’t wait to hear her voice again ,to smell her lavender scent again, to feel her touch again. I remember those days when she wouldn’t ask for anything I thought she hated me because she never talked much. One day when I asked her she said “papa you know me better than I know myself, you give me what i want even before I ask”. Her words were like the ringing of the bell on the Christmas Eve, the sound of hope, the sound which tells that Santa is in town. As the trail of thoughts about her was fading the announcement about the arrival of her train caught my attention my heart fastened, I felt a smile creep over my face the joy of seeing her was like the joy a child would feel seeing a candy for the first time. The excitement I felt was, like a magnet in the South Pole getting to the North Pole. She is like the North Pole who provides every one with presents. She is my north pole. She provides me with the present of life, happiness and love. As I heard the heavy footsteps of passengers finding their way, moving towards their loved ones I felt the heart beat out of my chest ,this is the moment I have been waiting for, the moment about which I spent my hours thinking about, what I would give just to see her. The reunion with my daughter. As I waited on the platform, my legs frozen from the rush , I wanted to move forward ,call her name, do something to find her but was unable to move. when a familiar scent crossed me .I felt a hand touch my shoulder, a familiar voice calling me PAPA, I felt the tears run down my cheeks, my daughter’s body crushed me in a hug . That was the moment I realized all I could do was to feel her but never see her.

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