"Little Cow"I sit here staring at this adorable 2 year old sitting in her father's lap. Her light black hair pulled into a sad pony-tail on the top of her head exposing radiant blue eyes that reach into you and stir up a smile. Her blue jacket complete with pink mittens dangling from the sleeves also has a cow-hood with ears and tiny pink horns. For the last two minutes, she's motionless as dad feeds her bites of apple. "little cow" doesn't even lean forward to bite the apple from her father's hand, but instead trusts him to deliver the bite. Who wouldn't want a "little cow"?
I did. Desperately. I wanted her to have big brown eyes like my wife and brown naturally wavy hair like mine. I wanted her to smile like me, laugh like her, and chuckle at us both.
And, I'm sad as I watch "little cow" walk away from her father towards the middle of this coffee shop.
I have no "little cow". and I have no marriage anymore.
And, that hurts.
Inman 31-35, M 8 Responses 6 Dec 29, 2007