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Baby, It's Cold Outside [Tom] Dec 20, 2016 14:01:08 GMT -5

Post by kap on Dec 20, 2016 14:01:08 GMT -5

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BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE

The cold air was coming through the cracks in my window that I had forgotten to completely close the night before. A chill came over me, and was what awoke me that morning. Throwing my covers off of myself, I got out of my bed and headed over to the window, closing it. I then headed over to where my young daughter was lying, safely in her crib, covered in a warm blanket to keep out the cold that had awoken me instead. She woke up when she heard me approach her crib to check on her, and immediately, a smile crossed the face of the two year old girl. I smile back at her, never forgetting how much I love her.

My daughter, Belle, reached her arms up towards me from inside her crib, as if asking me to pick her up, which is exactly what I did for her. I brought her into my arms and held her close. Speaking softly to her, as she was likely still sleepy from the night, I told her good morning, also reminding her that I love her. Something I knew for sure was that I would never stop loving her. I wished I could always have her in my arms, and protect her from the cruel world. Something I could never bear to think about was that one day, she would be my age, and have the terrible possibility of being reaped for the Hunger Games. If anything, I fear more for her safety from the world's violence than I do for my own.

After getting Belle and myself ready for the day, I decided that I would take her for a walk. Most of the time it was likely that I'd be carrying her, but she still did like to walk on her own sometimes. Helping her put her coat, hat, gloves and boots on, I then put on my own. Lifting her up, I carried her for the first part of our walk when I headed out the door, closing it softly behind me as to not wake up the rest of my family. I had left them a note, letting them know where I was headed off to.

Walking, I carried Belle most of the way, until she began to act as if she wanted down, out of my arms, and I set her down carefully. Since the ground was a bit snowy, and likely icy as well, I was sure to hold her hand and keep and eye on her as she was walking on her own. We were walking for about ten minutes, Belle mumbling and making noises as she still hadn't quite managed to speak very well yet. Then, as I was a bit distracted by the other people walking by, my daughter slipped and fell. Immediately, I tried to catch her as I felt her hand slipping out of mine, but I wasn't quick enough. Belle was in tears, lying on the ground. Picking her up, I collected her into my arms, holding her close and trying to quiet her down, wishing I could take away what just happened.

Belle, however, kept crying. There was nothing I could do to get her to stop, or to take away the pain, and we were about ten minutes from the house. Wishing I knew what to do, I tried to calm her down, speaking to her.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," I said to her, "It'll be okay. I'm sorry mommy let you fall."

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Baby, It's Cold Outside [Tom] Dec 21, 2016 2:26:53 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Dec 21, 2016 2:26:53 GMT -5

Princess. Wake up, princess.

The words seem so close to him. Within his arm's reach, but he wasn't tall enough. His hand couldn't quite touch the voice speaking to him. That's when the darkness and the image came crashing down. Eyes opening up to the empty place he lived in. Only the necessities were contained in the home. Barely enough for himself to live off of. It was the price he paid for working at an orphanage. As the voice vanishes, forgotten within his own memories. The face nothing more than a blur in his mind. The cold that shakes him only for a moment disappears. Getting out of bed was the worst part of the day for him. It wasn't the bone shivering cold that made it hard, but the dreams of pleasant memories that vanish before him.

The bone chilling cold outside was his next challenge for the morning. The morning before, getting ready wasn't exactly exciting as he showered, got dressed, and ate a bowl of oatmeal or something of the sort. It wasn't exactly delicious, but it kept him alive. As he slips on his coat, the laugh of another male whispers through the air, but he knows it's fake, just like all of them were. They were dead. Nothing could bring back the people he's met. Their names only cover gray stone, bodies underneath, rotting. Dead and buried, but never forgotten. The coat soothes his soul as he leaves into the cold, heading towards the orphanage. The forest stands tall and all he wants is to run into it, look for the deceased that hides behind the trees, eyes staring back.

There was no escape from the hell he had created for himself.

That's when he noticed the little girl and mother. A lovely pair heading towards him. The cute look of a daughter enjoying the company of her rather young mother. Hand in hand, a bond of mother and daughter. Their hearts intertwined together like they should be, but he can see the fall coming. He isn't quick. He's never been quick, not with his feet and never with his mind. The little one falls and the tears come out quickly. The little girl is pulled up quickly, trying to be calmed by her mother. Joey can hear the words from her lips, "I'm sorry, sweetie, It'll be okay. I'm sorry mommy let you fall." A smile falls upon his face and his practices from the orphanage kick in. His approach was calm and friendly, or at least he hoped it looked to be. Silence filled the air, like the cold nipping at his nose. It was a cold day and the ice must have been a factor in the fall. His voice comes out calmly over the cries.

"Sorry Miss. I am gonna try something. I hope you don't mind."

As he quietly scoots into the little girl's vision, he watches her for a moment. The tear streaked face stares back. It's silent for a moment. That's when he decides it's time to set his plan into motion. Contorting his face to look like a silly face, remembering doing the exact same thing for the young ones at the orphanage he worked at. The laughter that he heard from the group of youngins at the orphanage was a blessing. As he makes more faces, all he can hope for is a laugh off the little girl. His hands already reaching into his pocket from some sort of bandage that he carries, after all he works with kids and they were just asking to get hurt in everything they do. The faces flash, but he pushes past it. More silly faces for a cute little girl.

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Baby, It's Cold Outside [Tom] Jan 2, 2017 16:01:24 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jan 2, 2017 16:01:24 GMT -5

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BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE

There was a boy that approached us, as soon as he saw Belle fall. He had a smile on his face, which seemed a bit odd to me at first, but I then realized it was because he knew how to help. He scooted in front of Belle, and said something to me.

"Sorry Miss. I am gonna try something. I hope you don't mind," he said to me. I nodded, as I assumed that he meant that he knew how to help with Belle. She was still in tears, up until the boy began to make some goofy faces at her. I smiled when he did this. He really knew how to handle kids, which made me wonder if he worked with them, or perhaps even had one of his own, like I do. Belle's tears slowed down as the boy did this, and she began to laugh.

"Mommy! Funny!" Belle exclaimed. The young girl didn't know very many words, but those were some of the few she did know.

"Yes, Belle, he is funny, isn't he?" I spoke to my daughter. She was still laughing at the boy. Then, I turned to him.

"Thank you," I told the kind boy who had helped me out. "I really appreciate it. For some reason, whenever I try that, it doesn't quite calm her down. Sometimes it even makes it worse, so it's rather surprising that you could help her stop crying that way."

I was truly grateful that he had helped me out in calming down my daughter, as I always hated to see her upset, and didn't always know how to make her feel better and make the tears stop falling from her beautiful green eyes.

"I'm Aoife, by the way," I said to him, introducing myself. "It's nice to meet you. Do you work with kids often?"

I had decided to ask him that, as it certainly seemed like he was around kids a lot. Perhaps he had young siblings, or was a babysitter. Regardless of what gave him his ability to work well with children, he was certainly lucky to have that experience. Before I had Belle, I had never really had much experience with children. It wasn't often that I saw them before I had one of my own, as I usually avoided them, due to not knowing how to act around them. Luckily, I'd gained some experience by raising Belle, and people had given me advice, too, when I found out that I was pregnant with her. I was and still am very grateful for all of the assistance that I've had in raising my daughter.

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