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molly
The child is mine. She is not, however, my daughter, as some has supposed. I’ve never stated she was my offspring; only that she was mine. She still is. She is my niece. I raised her from infancy to...just before I joined flickr nearly a year ago. I fed her. Changed diapers. Read to her. Carried her. Took care of her nearly 24/7. The toys you see on my stream are the ones we played with constantly. Especially green monkey. Her parents both worked full-time and were not home much. So they called on me. A hopeless fellow with nothing to do, no dreams, no light. No life. Or...none that I cared much about. They understood. I needed the baby; she needed me; they needed me. It was a perfect circle of the Gift of Life, shared.
I first held her when she was 7 days old. She looked up at me and smiled. I think that day we both fell in love.
She knows that I am her uncle. But, to her, I will always just be “Mikey.” Her Mikey. In Kindergarten, she brought me for show and tell day. The teacher asked her who I was. She replied, “Mikey.” No, honey, who is he to you? She looked at the teacher, not understanding the question, looked up at me with those adoring eyes and said “my best friend.” And that’s the way it’s been. I am proud to say that I took good care of her, as I loved her more than anything else in this world. It is the one good thing on this earth I have accomplished.
She’s growing up now, we are growing apart in many ways. I do not see her as much as I used to. So the greatest part of the light in my life has dimmed. Except when we do get together again. I have no children of my own. I feel old. Alone. She is all that matters now. She showed me how to look at this world again, with hope, love, beauty. She brought me back to life.
Less than father, more than uncle, I will always claim her as mine. Even when we are both older and she is far away...
molly
The child is mine. She is not, however, my daughter, as some has supposed. I’ve never stated she was my offspring; only that she was mine. She still is. She is my niece. I raised her from infancy to...just before I joined flickr nearly a year ago. I fed her. Changed diapers. Read to her. Carried her. Took care of her nearly 24/7. The toys you see on my stream are the ones we played with constantly. Especially green monkey. Her parents both worked full-time and were not home much. So they called on me. A hopeless fellow with nothing to do, no dreams, no light. No life. Or...none that I cared much about. They understood. I needed the baby; she needed me; they needed me. It was a perfect circle of the Gift of Life, shared.
I first held her when she was 7 days old. She looked up at me and smiled. I think that day we both fell in love.
She knows that I am her uncle. But, to her, I will always just be “Mikey.” Her Mikey. In Kindergarten, she brought me for show and tell day. The teacher asked her who I was. She replied, “Mikey.” No, honey, who is he to you? She looked at the teacher, not understanding the question, looked up at me with those adoring eyes and said “my best friend.” And that’s the way it’s been. I am proud to say that I took good care of her, as I loved her more than anything else in this world. It is the one good thing on this earth I have accomplished.
She’s growing up now, we are growing apart in many ways. I do not see her as much as I used to. So the greatest part of the light in my life has dimmed. Except when we do get together again. I have no children of my own. I feel old. Alone. She is all that matters now. She showed me how to look at this world again, with hope, love, beauty. She brought me back to life.
Less than father, more than uncle, I will always claim her as mine. Even when we are both older and she is far away...