I can’t take my eyes of Arissa as she runs around the peaceful garden catching butterflies. I can’t believe how much she has grown over the years. Her blond hair is down to her shoulders with loose curls that dangle on to her pastel pink dress. She has on these little strappy white sandals that show her tiny toes. She giggles as she jumps high in effort to catch a vibrant orange butterfly. Unfortunately it’s just out of her grasp. I watch as disappointment washes across her face she stands there with her head bent down, shoulders slump and pouts. I chuckle and shake my head she is too cute for her own good. I watch patiently as the butterfly lands upon her head she is unaware of its presence too caught up in her pouting. I lock this beautiful image into my memory bank for safe keeping I never want to forget how precious she is. I am suddenly alarmed by this warm sensation. Unsure of what it is I look over my body to see what it could be. I nervously examine my chest, arms and legs and they remain untouched by anything. What on Earth could this be? Strange things like this have been happening a lot lately and they are very alarming. I have never had this happen before. I wonder what is wrong with me, maybe I am becoming ill. Disregarding that I watch Arissa as she notices a purple and yellow butterfly dancing it’s way to her. She stands so still with her hands out in front of her with bright eyes just watching and waiting patiently to catch her prey. My gaze is anxiously upon her awaiting to see if she succeeds. Then by the grace of God the tiny butterfly lands in her hands. She just stands there shocked by its presence. As it starts to walk around her hand she trembles and giggles a little. She then folds the butterfly in her hands careful not to harm it. Lifting her arms high above her head she opens her hands letting it fly free.
She is such a sweet, patient, and caring child. I hope life stays this way for her and she doesn’t lose herself in life. Life has a way of taking the good parts of you and leaving bitter ones in its place. It can be a very cruel world one should think hard before bring a child into it. It seems as if satin has his claws firmly dug into this world. I am unsure if it will ever be safe again.
Once upon a time before heaven and hell we separated this place was very peaceful. Everyone treated each other with respect and concern in general. Unfortunately the rift between the brothers cause them to separate thus creating heaven and hell and leaving earth open to be demonized. Lucifer sent his minions to wreak havoc on the earth they were manipulating people to steel, inflict pain and harm onto others as well as kill anyone that did not want to choose their way of thinking all of this just to get back at his brother. God responded by sending angels to earth to protect the people from satins demons. The angels can protect from any direct threat to life, but cannot influences freedom of choice. If they did that they would make them not better than satin himself so for now we remain with freedom of choice and living in a world full of hells demons.
I thought that she was being persuaded by evil at one time. She was Two and was very angry at little Elena for tripping her on the playground she had smacked her head into the corner of the wood frame around the play set. She stood up with tears in her eyes and cold cocked Elena right in the nose. I was a little worried at that. A long conversation too place she was informed that she should never hit anyone and that she can’t let her anger drive her emotions to hurt others. After that she was encouraged to treat others with love and compassion just as she has been treaded. You know the famous saying “Treat others how you want to be treated.” She Apologized to Elena and they became best friends and inseparable. I believe that she closed the door to evil after that. I dread the day if evil every truly finds her.
Over the next few years she continued to grow up with a strong scene of self. I remember when she was 12 and was playing seven minutes in heaven at her best friend Elena Birthday party and she kissed little jimmy from down the road. I was frustrated by this and I didn’t know how to handle the situation. Kids do these things, but not her. She has always been more mature than other kids her age. Sure she has her temper tantrums just like any other, but she seems to be more in tune with who she is and what she wants. She very loving to others treating them with respect as it should be. I guess that little talk after she punched Elena worked. I am often proud of who she is she tries to give others great self-esteem.
She has a great sense of humor I often laugh at her. Like when she was 14 and in her bedroom with her hair brush in her had singing to Britney Spears “Hit me baby one more time” that was so funny I was caught off guard by the outburst of my lungs. It scared me at first, but then I felt more alive than ever before.
Life was changing for me and for her too. I was becoming more connected to her as she grew older. I would say now that I have this drive to keep her safe and protected. I guess that comes from being so close to her. She has recently began to have interest in boys and to say the least it’s very difficult to watch. I find that I often have to refrain from inflicting harm on the boys that she is interested in. This new guy Damon has been in her sights; well at least that’s what I get from over hearing her conversations with Elena. I know I probably shouldn’t listen in, but I just can’t help myself.
Damon and Arissa have only been dating a few days I watch them from the school parking lot. He is sitting on the hood of a friend’s car she is standing in between his legs. The look they are sharing has me slightly on edge. I feel my Agitation growing with every minute that passes. A group of jocks walk by and whistle at Arissa. This causes Damon to get off the car and pull her into his arms kissing her for the first time to staking his claim. A big smile is plastered on her face as she looks up into his eyes she appears so giddy by his actions. I on the other hand feel like I am on fire, all I want to do is go rip off his pretty little head and feed it to the wolves for dinner. I can’t believe that little nit wit is kissing my sweet girl. I start to walk towards her and then think better of it. I will just have to keep a closer eye on her I don’t trust this delinquent.