‘I am so bored.’ My patient father, smiled at me, ‘want to see my treasure?’ All of six years, hooked to the promise in the twinkle of his eyes, I nodded, my bouncy curls agreed.
Neatly piled souvenirs in all shapes welcomed me in the barn. I stood there frozen, mouth wide open. I picked up the first one I fancied – a dove. I chuckled holding it. ‘That’s a magic dove,’ his eyes backing every word.
‘Everything has magic. And to know magic you have to be the source,’ he always said. I have never been in doubt since.
Alka Sharma
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Claire Fuller
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Wow, I do love magic! But to that magic was only to be recognised if you yourself were the source? That’s definitely not a way in which I would’ve thought about 🙂
Thank you again Alka!
– Ainsworth, 🙂 Xx
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Thanks again ! I wanted to write more but the word count strapped me. This is a belief my dad instilled in me. And I live it each day!
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I think that it’s a great belief to live by, your Dad is definitely a wise man. Maybe I might start living by this saying as well? 🙂
Oh that word count, funnily enough I managed to write a blog post shorter than this comment today… 3 lined stories? Yup, definitely harder than what I thought. Haha 😂😂😂
– Ainsworth, Xx
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