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|Don't Cry (standard:drama, 1218 words)|
|Author: A.M. Snead||Added: Dec 31 2002||Views/Reads: 2048/1254||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|As a small child leaves her body after a fatal car crash, she is faced with the grief of her parents and comforted by a gentle stranger.|
“This story is dedicated to my good friends, Paul and Mary, in loving memory of their daughter, Crystal Jewel.” The little girl lay motionless in the room of white. Her big eyes looked wonderingly at everything, but all she saw was white; white blanket on her bed, white pillow under her head, white walls around her, white ceiling overhead. Even the man in the corner was wearing a white robe and had long white hair that seemed to glow. The only color in the room was the pulsing red and gold aura encompassing the man and woman on each side of her bed. She looked at each one for a long time; she knew these people. The woman was clutching her small hand and pressing it to her lips, crying. The man, he held her hand too. But there were no tears in his eyes...just emptiness as he gazed into infinity. Momma and daddy. They were her mommy and daddy. But how did they all get here? The last thing she remembered was riding in the car, going to the store. “It's time to go, sweetheart.” The man in the white robe and white hair was standing at her bedside. A light, that reminded her of the sun, shown out of his eyes as he smiled and reached for her hand. “Momma and daddy...?” The man shook his head. “I'm sorry, sweety, they can't come.” “But...but I can't leave them.” She whispered. “They're so...sad.” Tears filled her wide eyes. “Why are they so sad?” “Because they think they've lost you forever.” He said softly. “But they will see you again one day.” The little girl brightened. “When? Tomorrow?” “No, honey, not tomorrow. Not for a long time.” The child's eyes saddened, then grew with innocent wonder as she stared at the two heart broken people. “Why are they glowing?” “Do you see the beautiful brilliant gold light that surrounds them?” The little girl nodded and waited for him to go on. “That gold light represents their depth of love for you. And that deep, pulsing red light...is their pain and grief. It's how much they are hurting right now.” “I don't want momma and daddy to hurt.” The child whispered, her small voice shaking. “In time, the deep red will fade to a soft pink and blend with the gold. And together, the two will replace the intense pain with beautiful memories.” “Can...can I tell them goodbye?” “Of course you can.” The little girl crawled from beneath the white blanket and stood on the tiled floor beside her momma. The shattered woman still clutched the tiny hand, sobbing. The child looked at the little body in the bed then at her momma. As her momma leaned against the bed, her body trembling beneath her tears, the little girl wrapped her arms around the woman's waist and held her tight. “I'm okay, mommy.” She whispered. “Please don't be sad anymore. We'll see each other again, we will.” She looked across the bed at the man in white, her wide eyes beseeching. “She can't hear you right now.” He said gently. “Her grief is too great. But your words are in her heart now, and soon she will hear them and know she doesn't have to be afraid anymore.” The little girl leaned up on her tip-toes and kissed the woman's damp cheek. “I love you, mommy. Please don't cry anymore.” Click here to read the rest of this story (87 more lines)
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