The little pink, felt clip. The one with the flower. Five pink petals. It sits in the tiny compartment on the door to my right. Some people unintentionally fill this compartment with loose change, paper clips, scraps of paper, toll receipts, a collection of dust. My little compartment is clear except for the little pink clip. In the morning I sit myself down and close the door beside me, I glance down and I spot the little pink clip and my heavy heart is warmed and I smile a smile that comes from within. I reach my destination and as I open the door to start another day, again my eyes are drawn to that little pink clip. And I am reminded of you, again. The little pink clip trying its best to hang securely on your little little hair. I start my day with that simple but powerful thought of you. And after a long and exhausting (and most of the times unfruitful) day, I sit myself down safely and there it is, the little pink clip. My feeling now is different. My destination is you. The corners of my lips turn up and the eagerness builds. Oh, I can't reach soon enough. I switch off the engine, I look at that little pink clip for the last time (today). I want to pick it up and rub the felt with my fingers but thats just a delay. My movements are clumsy-like. It takes tremendous effort not to sprint to the lifts. But in seconds I see you through the metal grille and when you spot me, the excitement and joy in your eyes sends me to heaven. I want to hold you and never let you go.
xxx
mummy
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