![]() How would I bear it? I fought my great desire to turn and dart to him, or to even just steal a look as he sat in his chair upon the stage. Never again would I feel his warm embrace. Never again would my father’s eyes look upon me. With eyes watering, my every heartbeat echoed in my ears. Through dazed thoughts, my focus returned and I remembered to count to three before placing my foot into the shallow liquid. ![]() I was small in comparison to everything here, all present and to this wondrous event. For a moment, the massive musics and sounds on the stage overwhelmed me. Shivering from head to toe caused my short golden dress to tickle at the tops of my thighs. ![]() On display before every citizen in the community, my bare feet stepped the few inches further to the edge of the pool. The machine’s copper pipes gave off a warm smell that drifted to my nostrils as if precious biscuits were baking in the eating room. ![]() “Peace of life,” my response was automatic. “Peace of life,” said the Chideman as he poured the blue water from the glass urn into the pool. ![]()
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