Breathe

sadHer hands splash into the dirty kitchen sink. I remove them and roll up her wet sleeves.

“Breathe on me…”

She turns to pull a wet bowl off the dishrack. “Hands off,” I say in my nice voice.

“….breathe, oh breath of God…”

She gives me a glance, then takes one finger and pokes the bowl again.

“…breathe on me…”

Frustrated, I place her outside the kitchen, closing the sliding door between us. She bursts into tears.

“…‘til I love like you do…”

I open the door. She’s looking at me with that newly wet face. I kneel on the kitchen floor, arms open. She runs into them for a hug.

quoted lyrics from Newboys’ “Breathe

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One response to “Breathe

  1. Charitzie

    This is really so sweet! I like your story here…

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