![]() ![]() How would I bear it? I fought my great desire to turn and dart to him, or steal a look as he sat in his chair upon the stage. I would so miss his gentle, loving voice. 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 in 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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