Let The Sun Rain Down On Me {Aoife/Callico}
Jun 15, 2018 7:31:48 GMT -5
Post by kap on Jun 15, 2018 7:31:48 GMT -5
Aoife Machida-luyu
Letting my daughter, Belle, do as she pleases will have to to wait until she is a little bit older. At this point in her life, being only two years old and just barely being able to walk without me holding her hand, I can't just let her go. Perhaps if she were older and more capable of proper, logical thinking, I'd let her do things such as play with the bugs on the ground or roll around in the dirt. I don't want her getting hurt, however, and will instead do absolutely everything in my power that I possibly can to protect her from harm. If she were to get injured, I'd only blame myself, and I don't want to let that happen. I'm usually a rather self-confident person, so blaming myself would be unusual for me, but I suppose it would be good for me to take responsibility as a parent if something like that were to happen. I just have to hope that that's never the case.
Belle has always been precious to me and always will be. These first two years of her life have been smooth sailing thus far, and I hope that they will continue to be that way. She's never fallen ill and has never gotten too badly hurt. The most damage that's ever been done to her was a scrape on the knee when she fell while learning how to walk on her own. Today, I'd be taking her with me when I went out on my walk rather than leaving her at home. I didn't like the judgmental looks I often got when I was out and about with her, but I'd started to learn to ignore them.
Perhaps people would just think she was my younger sister or something of the sort when I went out today, rather than my daughter. Although I'm not embarrassed about having a daughter while I'm only seventeen years old, I still know that other people think that it's shameful. I'm not, however, someone who gets upset about or takes into account what other people's opinions are. They shouldn't be allowed to effect my life in that way, after all.
On our walk, I was singing a song to Belle that I knew she particularly liked. It was one that I'd always sung to my little sister when she was around Belle's age and a little bit older. I'd learned it from my mother, and it always made me smile. I suppose that, if a song makes you smile, there's all the more reason to sing it. Therefore, that's exactly what I did.
Along my walk, I received a mix of a few stares and the occasional smile. I didn't think too much of the stares, however, and smiled back at those who'd smiled at Belle and I. When Belle seemed as if she were starting to get tired, I picked her up and carried her along on our walk. Eventually, I started to get rather tired as well, and took a seat on a bench with my young daughter still wrapped up in my arms. I watched as the people of District Seven passed me by and gave them smiles if they looked in my direction. I liked to come off as a friendly person if I had the ability to. I personally felt that making good impressions was always the best thing that you could do when you first encountered a person, even if you were never to speak to them again.
After sitting on the bench for a little while, I stood up from my seat and Belle seemed to want to get down, out of my arms to walk on her own again, so I allowed her to do just that, as long as I was holding her hand at the same time. We walked along the streets of District Seven once more until I picked Belle up again so that we could make a small detour into a shop. As soon as I went to go into the shop, however, I noticed it was closed and that the door was locked. I wasn't sure where I'd get what I needed now, so I decided to see if there was anyone nearby that I could ask this question to. A moment later, I spotted another girl who appeared to be of my age, if not a bit younger, and decided to approach her.
"Excuse me?" I asked her, tapping her on the shoulder from behind. "Do you happen to know where I can find another shop that sells inexpensive jewelry? The shop I usually go to isn't open right now, for some reason." I motioned to the shop behind me when I said this. I was hoping that she'd be able to answer my question and direct us somewhere, as I wanted to get a gift for a friend of mine for her birthday and had had in mind that I wanted it to be a piece of jewelry. Unfortunately, I didn't have a whole lot of money to purchase her gift with.
Belle has always been precious to me and always will be. These first two years of her life have been smooth sailing thus far, and I hope that they will continue to be that way. She's never fallen ill and has never gotten too badly hurt. The most damage that's ever been done to her was a scrape on the knee when she fell while learning how to walk on her own. Today, I'd be taking her with me when I went out on my walk rather than leaving her at home. I didn't like the judgmental looks I often got when I was out and about with her, but I'd started to learn to ignore them.
Perhaps people would just think she was my younger sister or something of the sort when I went out today, rather than my daughter. Although I'm not embarrassed about having a daughter while I'm only seventeen years old, I still know that other people think that it's shameful. I'm not, however, someone who gets upset about or takes into account what other people's opinions are. They shouldn't be allowed to effect my life in that way, after all.
On our walk, I was singing a song to Belle that I knew she particularly liked. It was one that I'd always sung to my little sister when she was around Belle's age and a little bit older. I'd learned it from my mother, and it always made me smile. I suppose that, if a song makes you smile, there's all the more reason to sing it. Therefore, that's exactly what I did.
Along my walk, I received a mix of a few stares and the occasional smile. I didn't think too much of the stares, however, and smiled back at those who'd smiled at Belle and I. When Belle seemed as if she were starting to get tired, I picked her up and carried her along on our walk. Eventually, I started to get rather tired as well, and took a seat on a bench with my young daughter still wrapped up in my arms. I watched as the people of District Seven passed me by and gave them smiles if they looked in my direction. I liked to come off as a friendly person if I had the ability to. I personally felt that making good impressions was always the best thing that you could do when you first encountered a person, even if you were never to speak to them again.
After sitting on the bench for a little while, I stood up from my seat and Belle seemed to want to get down, out of my arms to walk on her own again, so I allowed her to do just that, as long as I was holding her hand at the same time. We walked along the streets of District Seven once more until I picked Belle up again so that we could make a small detour into a shop. As soon as I went to go into the shop, however, I noticed it was closed and that the door was locked. I wasn't sure where I'd get what I needed now, so I decided to see if there was anyone nearby that I could ask this question to. A moment later, I spotted another girl who appeared to be of my age, if not a bit younger, and decided to approach her.
"Excuse me?" I asked her, tapping her on the shoulder from behind. "Do you happen to know where I can find another shop that sells inexpensive jewelry? The shop I usually go to isn't open right now, for some reason." I motioned to the shop behind me when I said this. I was hoping that she'd be able to answer my question and direct us somewhere, as I wanted to get a gift for a friend of mine for her birthday and had had in mind that I wanted it to be a piece of jewelry. Unfortunately, I didn't have a whole lot of money to purchase her gift with.
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