Caroline rested her head in my lap as she slept, her small chest rising and falling like the tide. I twirled her blonde hair around my fingers, dreading the moment they took her away.
I knew my parents had been talking about it behind our backs. But why? Everything was perfect for us. I mean everything. My life I planned around her, doing everything I could to accommodate her needs. They were many, in fact, and I barely had time for myself. But I didn’t mind. Not one bit. I loved her enough to the point that no cost was too large. She was my baby.
My mother said that I spoiled her. My father told me tht she was controlling my life. Maybe that’s why they wanted to take her away. I gripped her curly hair tight in my fingers, but not to pull it. I lifted her head from my lap and I slid down to lay next to her. I wrapped my arms around her body, and the both of us slept.
When my eyes opened again, I felt a stabbing through my body. I grabbed for my Caroline to kiss her forehead, but my fingers slipped through still air. My little girl was gone.
“You know,” said my father, days later after I had stopped crying. “You need to realize that you couldn’t care for her.” I glared at him bitterly. I didn’t want to realize anything. I knew everything that mattered. Caroline was gone. “Jamie, you haven’t been to school in three days. Don’t you think thats a long time to to be home just because you’re depressed about Caroline?"
School. School meant nothing to me. Not anymore. Caroline was gone.
“Maybe when you’re older..” my mother said as she held me in her arms. I felt like Caroline when I held her close that last night together. “...you can have another little Caroline, and take care of her better.”
For the first time in days, I spoke. “But I was taking perfect care of her! Better than you and dad ever treated me..”
I could tell my mother was hurt. But no one could feel the pain like I could. They had taken away my life, my Caroline.
That was twenty years ago, when I was just a boy. I’ve long since moved away from my insensitive parents. I have a beautiful wife and a good job. And I still have my memories of Caroline from when I was a teen. And I wish I hadn’t lost touch. But she had died years ago...and tonight was the night for a new Caroline. As my wife and I drove to the kennel, I crossed my fingers for a curly-blonde terrier, just like my puppy. My sweet little Caroline.
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