I couldn't believe it was true. She'd never told me. I had to get up, dress myself, go outside and sit down on the porch in my thinking chair. The air was cold. I shivered as the winter breeze blew through the screen windows of the porch. My wife would ask me why I'd come outside in a sweater like this when it was so cold. I hated wearing a coat though, so I always tried to do with out one. Luckily, she hadn't awakened yet. How would I break the news to her. Or perhaps I should let Marsha do that.
The yard was empty. I remembered the days when it was once filled with my two little twin girls, playing and chasing each other and all their many toys thrown about here and there. Now they were grown. Where did the time go. It seemed like it was just yesterday. Now Tina was married and Marsha was... Oh Marsha, my little Marsha. She was always doing something crazy. At least, she always called us once a week, though she wouldn't always tell us where she was or what she was doing.
She was born wild. First came Tina. She came out crying but stopped as soon as I first held her in my arms. She snuggled in my arms and just quietly looked around, observing everything. Then came Marsha. She was struggling and fighting even as she came out from her mother. She came out screaming and throwing her arms around. She opened her eyes suddenly and had a wild look as she screamed with all her might and what a loud scream she had for such a small baby. Her mother couldn't comfort her and neither could I. Then we dealt with the crying every day and night for 8 months straight. The stress drove us crazy and the sleeplessness made us so mean and snappy, with each other and everyone else. But Tina, just quietly observed most of the time. Marsha, never smiled in those early months, but Tina Started smiling at one week old and continued through out her life.
When Marsha finally stopped crying she was almost walking. She got into everything and when we tried to stop her or say, “No,” she scream so hard her face would turn red. They looked just alike but they were so different. They both had curly brown hair, with big dark eyes, long dark eyelashes and round fat faces. They were Daddy's girls. Tina, calm and peaceful and Marsha Wild and Stubborn. But god made her unique. She's like gold inside. Only those who really knew her well would know there was gold inside. And I don't think she realizes how special she is. She's a gift, waiting to be discovered
My thoughts went back to the phone call I'd received that morning. It was Marsha,
“Dad, Me and Tana are coming home,” she'd laughed. “Actually, we are about an hour away. We'll be there soon.”
I was shocked and so happy, but who was Tana? “Who's Tana,” I asked.
“She's... my baby girl.”
I almost choked. “Your baby?”
“Yes, sorry I never got to telling you about her, but you'll love her, she's so sweet. I'll be there soon and you'll see her. She's adorable. Is mom there?”
“No, I mean yes, but she's sleep.”
“Ok, don't wake her. Let it be a surprise,” she replied.
I wondered how my wife would handle such a shocking surprise. Marsha was always surprising us, but this had to be the biggest one yet. We hadn't seen her in over a year. Perhaps this was why.
“My baby girl has a baby. How should I respond,” I wondered. After thinking hard and long, I decided I wouldn't judge her or say anything to put her down. I'd show her she was still gold, even with a baby. I soon heard the doorbell. I opened the door and there was Marsha, standing there smiling with a little Maltese Puppy in her arms.
“Hi, Dad, this is Tana, My little baby girl.”
“Huh?” I replied. I couldn't believe it, but I was so relieved.
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