January
17, 2004
From down the halls
I could hear a song being song, Going to see who or what it was, I headed into
the main playroom, only to see Joy with her sister and brother. She was holding
them tight as she let the beautiful words flow, finishing hat one, Skyla looked
up at her,
“Can you do the
Spider one, Joyjoy?”
“Don’t see why not, Sky.” Joy replied and begun the most beautiful song
I had ever heard it
was and sweet.
^There’s web like a
spider’s web made of silk and light and shadow, spun by the moon in my room at
night it’s a web made to catch a dream and hold it till I waken as if to tell
me that dreaming's alright.^ Elliot looked up from
the place were he was sitting.
“I like it when you
do that one, Joyjoy.”
“So do I. I remember the one who sang it to me, our birth mother,
long before HE killed her.” Joy said with a tone I had never heard before. At least from her. My mouth dropped, another Gummi killing
another that was unheard of all though not rare, once did it happen, but never again until I
heard Joy talking to her brother and sister.
“They know all about it. They were there for
most of it, I was only 5, Elliot 2, and Sky 1 when Mamma, died. Then he raised us for a bit, locking Sky in a
closet all the time, letting her out only a couple days out of the week, just
to change her those times, and to give her a little food, not much though.” I
cringed at hearing this stuff from my daughter.
Then ran over to Sky, her picked her up and started to
hug her as tight as I could, and kissing her all over.
“I can’t believe
someone was that cruel to such a precious angel.” Turning to the other two,
“I can’t believe any
of you had to live through something like this.” Joy nodded “We watched our
mother die, out father came into the room, she was holding your sister when he
came at her,”
“Alright Joy you
don’t need to go on,” I said seeing the tears in her eyes. Putting Sky down I headed to Joy
and reached my arms out to her, so took them willingly. I picked her up and
just held her close to me. Then headed back to the other two, and pulled them
near,
“And Elliot wasn’t
paid any attention either, and he’d run around like mad trying, hoping that he
could, and me I was made to just clean, and work. That’s what he told me us
that children were for.” That one made me mad, Someone
would tell a child something like that. And worst of all their own! I let the
three rest against me, for sometime knowing that had
to be real tough for them. And told them how proud I was of them for sharing it
with me. I kissed the top of their heads and told them again for the dozenth time that I loved them, before asking them if they
wanted to play for awhile, that I was going to let them stay up a bit.