12-27-2009, 07:14 PM
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Perhaps one day she would wish to talk about what had happened to her, but now it was still too close. Even thinking about it still made a chill run up her spin and her heart clenched in fear. It brought tears to her eyes that would not stop until someone made her feel safe again. What scared her the most about it, especially as she got older, was the sensation her body had had of wanting more of the powder. She simply couldn't understand why she would want more after how awful it had been. Even if she couldn't understand it, she knew that it wasn't good and it frightened her that she had felt that way. Why anyone would ever want to have that horrible stuff around was beyond her and an unforgivable offense in her mind.
When the girl felt her father's hand on her shoulder she couldn't help but lean into him and smile. Sometimes she wished she could be small again like she had been when he had carried her to that beach and they had met Mr. Jefferson. She couldn't think of a time where she felt more secure than in the arms of her daddy. Cambria knew that she would never be that small again, but as long as he was never more than a howl away then she would be happy. She watched curiously as he tugged on the string of the kite and squealed with excitement as the kite responded to the tug in the air. "That's so neat daddy!" The girl wasn't really sure what would make the kite do another trick like that, but she would give it a try. Holding onto the spool tightly with one hand, the other moved to the string. She copied what her father had done, but in the other direction and it did another swoop. Her tail wagged happily. "I wonder what else it can do, I don't want to do something wrong and break it..." It would be very upsetting if something happened to their kite.
Perhaps one day she would wish to talk about what had happened to her, but now it was still too close. Even thinking about it still made a chill run up her spin and her heart clenched in fear. It brought tears to her eyes that would not stop until someone made her feel safe again. What scared her the most about it, especially as she got older, was the sensation her body had had of wanting more of the powder. She simply couldn't understand why she would want more after how awful it had been. Even if she couldn't understand it, she knew that it wasn't good and it frightened her that she had felt that way. Why anyone would ever want to have that horrible stuff around was beyond her and an unforgivable offense in her mind.
When the girl felt her father's hand on her shoulder she couldn't help but lean into him and smile. Sometimes she wished she could be small again like she had been when he had carried her to that beach and they had met Mr. Jefferson. She couldn't think of a time where she felt more secure than in the arms of her daddy. Cambria knew that she would never be that small again, but as long as he was never more than a howl away then she would be happy. She watched curiously as he tugged on the string of the kite and squealed with excitement as the kite responded to the tug in the air. "That's so neat daddy!" The girl wasn't really sure what would make the kite do another trick like that, but she would give it a try. Holding onto the spool tightly with one hand, the other moved to the string. She copied what her father had done, but in the other direction and it did another swoop. Her tail wagged happily. "I wonder what else it can do, I don't want to do something wrong and break it..." It would be very upsetting if something happened to their kite.