Love could be seen in the sun as it set, not only in the horizon, but also reflected through her eyes. For a brief instant, through her long black eyelashes, her green iris’ appeared to be blue, and the love in his chest churned.
“Chayla, your eyes are like the ocean tonight.” He smiled, and relaxed his shoulders as his little girl plopped into his lap and played with one of the beads in his hair. Her eyes grew wide and she laughed as her father’s lock of hair began to attack back. Only one year left for them. Before long… he would have to give her up, even when she was so young.
“P..ap…a!” She exclaimed, her smile as wide as she could stretch it. She clapped her clumbsy hands and her little ebony curls glinted in the day’s final glimpse of light. She was so beautiful. So perfect and innocent. Continue reading
