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A moment ago she was struggling for life stretching from her mother’s womb wailing from the pain of becoming an entity apart. In a flash she was the confident woman standing proudly next to a young man from whose sprang rivers of love tinged with tender sadness. Before one vision can fade, the next has taken its place. She is wailing suddenly in a joy-tinted painful cry of exhaustion as she struggles to maintain sanity even as her own daughter tears her apart from within. And then silence.

The flash of her life before my eyes seemed so fleeting, so unfair that I have mind and senses to recall it all and hers are silent now and forever. I curse the breath in my chest. I claw at my temples to stop the unworthy pulse that allows me to live and betrayed her so cruelly.

And then her laugh. Somehow in my madness and rage-full despair, her laugh (but not her laugh) rings out in the other room, and, returning to them, despite all loneliness, I am Daddy again just like yesterday, and I know the vision will return tomorrow, and I can only hope that my reverie is broken so sweetly again.

*cries*