See here, in my hand.
What am I holding love?
Mommy, you are holding a birdy.
Yes, you're right love.
I am.
What are you holding in your finger?
A splinter Mommy.
It hurts me.
I know it does.
It won't hurt you anymore though love.
I won't let it hurt you anymore.
You are so delicate darling love.
She strokes the hair.
The golden hair that looks like rain and sunshine.
Are you sorry Mommy?
Yes, I am love.
I am very sorry.
I feel all your pain love.
I feel it at night too. It hurts me at night too.
Mommy...
Yes love?
Why does it hurt me?
Because it likes the softness of children's fingers.
It likes to feel your inside warmth.
Splinter's are very sneeky love.
They look like they are part of something beautiful.
But they break off and form something crude but it still hides behind that beautiful thing it came from.
That's why they can hurt us.
They can hide and they have all the power because of their cowardice.
Mommy...
Yes love?
Are you going to take the splinter out of my finger?
Oh, yes. I will make sure it doesn't hurt you anymore.
And she cried as she took out the splinter.
She took it out that night and it burned in the fireplace.
Mommy and I sat at the fire place and watched it glow nice and warm. I felt better inside.
It wouldn't hurt me anymore.
There was no more splinter in me.
The splinter couldn't hurt my special inside me anymore.
Mommy loves me.
It said it loved me.
Mommy said he just wanted to hurt me.
I believe Mommy. I believe it was a coward because it was hiding under my skin.
The pain is still there.