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The dream.
#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge..That was back before I had ever felt pain,abandonment or saddness...
I can remember walking on my dads feet while he held my hands in the sand.Feeling so safe like nothing could enter my little world with my daddy there. Im remembering watching my mom with her bandana on her head , she was so beautiful. And she loved to sing ..She has a beautiful voice.
My dad could swim like a fish and I was determined to show him that I could swim just like him.. So off I went doggy paddling out further than I new was safe. I yelled,"Dad ,look at me!"He smiled and gave me a thumbs up.I could hear my mother singing still,so I felt safe still.
Ouch,my leg began to cramp and I started to panick.. "Dad!! Help me,..Dad?... I went under.
I knew I was under water and I was to scared to try to swim.
I thought to myself how long it would take my dad to notice I was not swimming anymore? Would he be able to save me? I remember thinking in my head, what would mother do without me. I could not leave her. I had to try to swim to the top. I was almost out of breath. Trying to swim with all my strength, I realized I was not going to make it. Still hearing my mom singing I felt at peace. Right as I was about to take my first breath of water, .......
I woke up on the rivers edge.
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