The Key

A Story by Anzum Mozammel

"I did not know that I could swing so high!"
Swung back and forth on the children's swing,a huge grim shaped on her sweet little force. Her eyes were huge with glee, and the father was reminded of how closely she resembled her late wife. It was her eyes that struck on her face. Only nine and already so beautiful. The father raised his arms to wave at her and that is when he made the dreadful mistake of blinking. He was on the bench, all by himself with not a life insight. The swing hang limp, as if it were lifeless.
yes, because i lost my key.

The father glanced into the toy store. There she was, five years old. Sophie was as over whelmed with the mass of toys around her that she almost looked flushed. The father plucked her up and said, "Breathe love. Now, make your choice." But the store was empty now. Only a red kitten stared back at him with accusing eyes.

I lost it. i lost my key.

Sophie was unrealistically graceful with elegance. She swept across the stage, with a serene look on her face. It was a beguiling spectacle. The father knew Sophie would grow up to be a professional ballerina. He stood up for round of applause and realized that there was no one but him.

Sophie vanished too. Gone

I lost it. i lost her.

The father held in a warm embrace, streams of tears flowed down to is suit, but he did not mind. This was an absolute necessity for Sophie. she deserved to let all the tears out. the tombstone said her mother name 'Loved and adored' it said. Her father hugged her tighter to keep her from leaving, but it was too late. There was another tombstone beside the old one now. It said Sophie's name, 'My sweet Sophie' it said. The father broke down on his knees in a storm of tears.

I lost her. My key. My only key to happiness.