Suzanne Ball
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Little Girl Lost
It seems impossible I am sitting in this sweet little house, the first I have ever owned, sipping steamy black coffee, and that I am 60 years old. It feels like yesterday I was ramming through years of my life knowing I had all the time in the world. Always searching for that adorable, trusting, little girl I somehow let down. I am not sure when exactly I lost her, I have only one real memory of her existence. There was a big party in the family’s new home. She was dressed in her favorite dress. It was creamy white, with short sleeves that puffed up like little clouds. At the neck was a peter pan collar and a long green stemmed, red rose, stitched down the front. You could feel the rose if ran your finger over the stitching. It was the first ‘big girl’ dress she ever owned. She twirled around in front of the mirror just to feel the soft material against her legs and watch the rose move back and forth, swaying in breeze that was her own. In that moment she was a princess, so excited to see the guests arrive and show off her beautiful new dress. It was a wonderful night that was burned in her memory and it was the last memory like that, she would ever have. That was right before I lost that sweet little girl and all her innocence. I have spent a lifetime trying to find her.
By Suzanne Ball5 years ago in Humans
Little Girl Lost
It seems impossible that I am sitting in my sweet little house, the first I have ever owned, sipping steamy black coffee, that I am 60 years old. It feels like yesterday that I rammed through years of my life knowing I had all the time in the world. Always searching for that adorable, trusting, little girl I somehow let down. I am not sure when exactly I lost her, I have only one real memories of her existence. There was a big party in the family’s new home. She was dressed in favorite dress. It was creamy white, with short sleeves that puffed up like little clouds. At the neck was a peter pan collar and a long green stemmed, red rose, stitched down the front. You could feel the rose if ran your finger over the stitching. It was the first ‘big girl’ dress she ever owned. She twirled around in it in front of the mirror just to feel the soft material against her legs and watch the rose move back and forth, swaying in breeze that was her own. In that moment she was a princess and so excited to see the guests arrive and show off her beautiful new dress. It was a wonderful night that was burned in her memory and it was the last memory like that she would ever have. That was right before I lost that sweet little girl and all her innocence. I have spent a lifetime trying to find her.
By Suzanne Ball5 years ago in Humans
