Short Stories

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Someday I won't be afraid to sing in the sunshine.

I think I'm allergic to the sunlight.

Every time I go out, Mom bundles me up from head to toe and slathers me with something to block the sun.

She says I'll get skin cancer, because it runs in the family.

I don't know what that is, but I think it's yucky. They say that people with cancer usually die.

I don't want to die.

Not yet.

I haven't had a chance to sing yet.

Daddy says my voice is like a happy lark. He also says I'm as pretty as a humming bird, with just as much energy! I think that's really cool.

I like humming birds. They're so fast and so pretty too.

Someday I'll get to see one up close, eating from the bird feeder outside my window.

I have to have shades on my windows to block the sun out. Sure wish it didn't have to be that way.

Maybe I'll be a painter.

That way I can paint things the way I see them. With all the color and vibrance that's really inside of them.

I am always seeing things through darkened shades.

It's as if the shadows around me are not content to claim the corners of my room. They think they must exist in everything I do.

I will prove them wrong.

I have to.

To live like this can hardly be called living. Mom tries to make up for my 'missing out'. But how do you explain having your fourteenth birthday party at night in your garage?

I belong to a homeschool group with two other girls in it. They have their own situations to deal with, but they say they'll try to make it to my birthday party.

They don't care that it will be cold and formal in the garage. They don't mind that it won't be sunny and happy outside.

I asked them to bring something yellow. To make up for the light that's missing.

Sometimes I wish the light inside of me could come out and brighten up this dreary house. I would love to see every hallway illuminated like...something beautiful.

I know one day I will see a sunrise. I'll be able to fly on the morning rays and to dance and sing in the early dawn. When that day comes, I'll never stop smiling.

Copyright 2008

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