Little Brown Stone Girl

There was once a little girl who moved from some very ugly apartments to her first home with her parents. The day that she moved to her new home, a special lady came over and gave her a big box of chocolates. The little girl was frightened and hid behind her daddy's legs, for no one had ever been that kind to her. Eventually this little girl started building up courage and would stand next to her new neighbors porch and just stare at them. She began playing and noticed many precious brown stones next to the porch. She would pick them up one by one, and place them on the porch since she was too afraid to speak to the neighbors. The special neighbor lady told the little girl that if she placed these stones in her freezer that her wishes would come true, for these were special wishing stones. So, the little girl did just that. Over time, the special lady and the little girl developed the most special of friendships. The special lady taught her so many wonderful things, from etiquette, to life lessons. She would buy the little girl anything that her little heart desired which was quite the blessing, you see, because the little girl had five siblings, so there was not much money to go around. As time passed, life unraveled and the little girl became a woman, got married, and had little ones of her own. The special lady and the little girl remained friends, but the special lady began suffering for she had a very difficult life watching after her father. She never married, or had children of her own. This little girl was all that she had, but the little girl became busy with her own life. One summer evening the little girl received the news that her special angel was gone, and is now left with a giant hole in her heart. Never was there a person so kind and selfless as this special lady who gave the little girl all of her dreams in the palm of her hand. Never was there someone so encouraging that told this little girl that it did not matter what the little girl did for the special lady would never think less of her. Now, I am left empty because I wonder who will believe in me the way that she did. Who will brighten up by simply hearing my voice the way that she did? My childhood, gone. Guilt that somehow I could have brightened up her last days. Fear, of how I will fill this emptiness. Anger, that I know not how to grieve because I am still in denial. I am just so confused, and blind-sighted. No one can ever understand all of the things that she represented for me. And I suppose this is how it shall remain for now. "For some moments in life there are no words.  ~David Seltzer, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory"

 This was her last gift to me. She got one of the brown stones next to her home, and had it made into a necklace for me.