Seemed like only
yesterday; a brand new baby girls nursery room full of toys all shiny and new,
with the neat and clean aura of everlasting happiness buzzing about the mansion.
The pleasant scent of baby powder accompanied giggle filled lavender bath-times
and mothers jasmine perfumed hugs and soft kisses.
There she sat
like a princess, waiting ever so patiently with sparkling silver eyes looking
forward and a painted pretty smile on her perfect, porcelain face hoping to be loved.
Her hopes were
answered after a few short years, with day long tea parties in the gardens
during summer, accompanied by lessons of the word and languages alongside the
darling children and their tutors.
But there she sat, listening, watching and being
absolutely perfect with her pretty painted smile.
Soon the
children grew into young adults.
No more time for
spring garden tea parties or lessons in the warm summer sun, now her place was
a corner in their room, on the floor, by a chair.
She watched
their feet come and go, their once sweet and carefree voices didn't sound so
sweet or carefree anymore.
Shrill screams, quiet
crying and hushed whispers sometimes filled the bedroom.
The everlasting
happiness didn't seem to be so everlasting anymore...
In a room high
upstairs, with all the other toys, children's books and things of play from
yesteryear was where her next place of residence would be.
And here she
stayed, with all the other toys and disregarded things... unwanted... forgotten...
(A huge HELLO to everyone who's been waiting for me to start writing again, it's nice to be back :D )
