Age four
I sat and watched her from a distance away. She was a stunning beauty with a paralyzed right hand since birth. I heard my mother exchange over coffee and muffins with her co-workers that it can be cured with the right treatments and therapies. I hope it will.
I didn't like the way the other kids and parents stared at her like she was an alien. How could they treat someone as beautiful as her like that? For me she was the definition of pure beauty, the definition of perfection.
I saw her everyday as she came to the playground with her mother. She sat alone on the merry go around, as her mother made it go round and round for her. I watched from the swing set, the pleasant smile pasted across her chubby face made me smile.
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RomanceMax Irwin kept a journal, where he writes a short series of important events with Alice Anderson. A short story to all the broken hearts and all the souls waiting to be loved.I dedicate this to you as a reminder of the once who you truly deserve is...
