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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Hope (05/04/06)

TITLE: The Gift
By Stefanie Noonan
05/04/06


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I see her, thick flowing jet black hair cascading down her shoulders. Her luminous brown eyes dance like the sun’s rays against the water. Her brown skin perfected in its golden hue contrasts my own pasty white complexion. She encompasses the meaning of her given Indian name, “a little light” wherever she goes. She is always noticed. She’s admired. She is loved.

“How lucky she is to have been adopted.” I am often told. “How lucky she is to have you.” My response remains constant, “We’re the lucky ones.” How could we have known the bundle handed to us seven years ago would be the best decision of our entire marriage. The fruition of a dream planted in my heart at only ten years of age. Hope fulfilled beyond measure. A flash of contemplation skims across her face now and again. “What was my mommy’s name?” She asks. “We do not know.” I tell her. “Then I will call her Angel.” She says so confidently. “Mommy, what do you think Angel looks like?” She asks. “I would guess she is a beauty just like her little girl.” I tell her. “Do you think I can see her some day?” She inquires so innocently. My heart aches knowing the reality of that question. “We can always hope.” I smile.

Seven years of joy have now filled my heart and my home. Seven spoiled rotten American birthdays have passed so quickly. Yet on each she has not forgotten. We have not forgotten. “Mommy, let’s pray for Angel.” She says. And so we do knowing that she too is thinking of the little girl she named, “A little light”. We will remember her forever, grateful for her gift of love. With her chocolate hand in mine we bow our heads and pray for the woman with thick flowing jet black hair cascading down her shoulders. Her luminous brown eyes that must dance like the sun's rays against the water.


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Jessica Schmit05/11/06
What beautiful choices of words. You set the scene so well. I wanted to hear more!
Val Clark05/12/06
Poignant slice of life story that plucks at the heart strings. Too easy to get ongoing adoption issues wrong.
Yeggy
Joe Moreland05/13/06
I love your descriptive choices. You definitely have a way with giving us a clear picture of how you see things. Nice work.

Phyllis Inniss 05/15/06
Very poetic. You certainly have a gift. You've conveyed so well your feelings for your gift. Thanks for sharing this little treasure.
Rita Garcia05/15/06
You painted a beautiful picture, I wanted the story to go on. Great entry.
Lisa Vest05/16/06
It says so much in so few words. Ditto on above as well, poetic, heartfelt piece.
Beth Muehlhausen05/23/06
A beautiful snippet of biography and relationship. Both tender and deep - !