There once was a little girl with a broken soul. She was told once that they live on wings like angels. They flutter within us, guiding us through life. Some have busy souls that never let them stay in one place too long. Others have quieter souls, and they find contentment in the simplest things. But still, there are those whose souls are broken, like the little girl. They never feel much of anything at all.
She wasn’t exactly sure how her soul got broken. One day, she just knew that it was… everything in her went still and quiet, and she hadn’t felt anything since.
It wasn’t because of her mother, she told herself. Her mother loved her very much. They spent days alone together, sometimes. They wouldn’t even tell her father. They’d sneak out late at night with bags and take vacations, just her and her mom. Many nights, she took care of her mom when she was sick. Her mother always had medicine that came in colorful bottles, but occasionally they made her throw up. The little girl always took good care of her mother then, washing her and putting her to bed. She knew her mother loved her for it.
The little girl also knew it couldn’t be her father. He gave her everything she ever wanted, and more. She always had more toys than she knew what to do with, because he gave her a new one every day. He never asked for anything in return… he just loved her and loved her, so much it hurt sometimes. She was always especially quiet when that happened, because her father never liked to see her cry. So, she was as good as she could be, and every night her father loved her very much.
Still, even with all this love in her life, the little girl knew her soul was broken. There were never any flutters inside anymore. She used to at least ache sometimes, but now there was nothing. The emptiness was frightening.
Her parents went on loving her; vacations with her mother and presents from her father. But the little girl with the broken soul never felt full again.
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