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“She's perfect!" shouted a young voice. The crystal tones of the exuberant voice hurtled toward the plastic barrier and rebounded.
His chocolate hued eyes gazed in awe at the efficent figures behind the window. Pressing his small nose against the glass, he breathed a sigh of excitement as a cloud mushroomed around his mouth and nose. His fascinated eyes consumed the sight layed before him in chaotic order.
"Can we keep her?" the young boy begged as he turned to clutch the sleeve of the man standing beside him. His sweet brown eyes melted in supplication as he tore his riveted gaze away from the window.
"She'll be loud." the man said in low somber tones, artfully hiding his true feelings. "Do you promise not to complain?"
"Yes! Oh yes!" the boy promised, wriggling in agitation. For a brief moment, sadnesss flashed across his face as he thought of not taking her home with them today. "Oh please Daddy! Please, please, please!"
"She will stink sometimes. Do you promise to help clean up after her?" the man asked. His warm hazel softened as the boy spun away from him to look in the window again, hungrily pursuing his small heart's desire.
"I'll clean up real good, Daddy!" the boy vowed as he turned and clutched at the already rumpled sleeve of the man. Visions of hours spent playing and laughing danced through his head, lighting his eyes and filling his heart with joy. The man paused for a moment watching the young boy lose himself in the world of imagination. Every emotion flickered with miraculous speed over the young face, relfecting every thought, fear, and passion in his idealistic soul.
"What about when she gets older? What if she steals, or even breaks one of your toys?" the man asked with mock severity. His hazel eyes began to twinkle as the boy danced in front of the window, making faces at his first love. The young boy knew of the joy, but did he know the heart ache? The man followed a journey of sorrow for a moment. His smooth face creased in grief as he remembered a day not so long ago... But the delighted cry from his son brought him back to the present with a warm feeling welling through his soul, banishing all thoughts of what might have been to another dark and lonely moment. No time for sadness now.
"I promise never, ever, ever to get mad if she breaks or steals any of my toys! I will love her forever and ever! I will play with her, and help her stay clean and teach her all sorts of stuff! Please Daddy?" the boy pleaded, his words pouring over one another like a flowing brooking traveling over stones.
"I guess we had better go get her then." the man laughed, catching the wildly flailing hand in his own. Leading the boy gently, he walked over to where his wife stood. her golden hair cascaded over her shoulder as she knelt down with her precious burden in her arms. She lifted sparkling eyes overflowing with tangible joy as the young boy reached a soft finger out to stroke the sable cheek of the one in her arms. The man met her eyes and whispered a small prayer as a hush fell over the small boy as he breathed a small gasp of awe.
"She's so little." he breathed, barely daring to speak lest he wake the slumbering angel. His finger rested on the perfect, plump face.
"She will be for a long time. Will you help me take care of her?" his mother softly asked, meeting the chocolate eyes of her son, her precious son.
“What about her mama? Will she miss her baby?” he asked softly. His small heart went out in compassion this unknown mother.
“Her mama can’t take care of her. So she asked for help. And someone told her that we wanted her really badly, so she asked us to take care of her.” The father explained carefully.
"We’re gonna love you real good." he spoke in soft, confident tones. "What if I hurt her?" he asked, suddenly afraid.
"We'll help you." the mother and father vowed simultaneously.
The father turned his eyes toward his wife, his love, with pure joy running down his face. He saw the same joy reflected in her wondering face.
“Let’s take your new baby sister home.” He said softly. |
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