My word this time: Magic
As she down next to her dad’s grave, a forlorn smile appeared on her face remembering her most cherished memories with him. She remembered her five year old self jumping up and down, clapping as her dad showed her another one of his tricks, this time the rabbit had disappeared from the hat. He would get this glint in his eyes and playful smile on his face as he bent down and ask his daughter, “ Want to see a magic trick” and she would scream and giggle in delight as he went on charming her with a million tricks.
Her father was a magician by profession and ran a children’s show at their home every day for all the neighborhood kids for a meager amount, they weren’t rich and barely managed their food but they had a happy life. Her father didn’t have a proper job because he had lost his ability to walk many years ago in a car accident, he was wheelchair-bound but she could never recall a time that she saw him unhappy instead he was the happiest man she had ever met to date, smiling and always spreading smiles.
He was her strength in every way, she learned what “courage” meant seeing her dad struggle day after day for even the smallest of tasks like drinking water but never complaining. She always liked magical shows on television and nagged him to do some magic for her when he got home tired from work but he still sat down with her and pulled little tricks for her. Then one day he had an accident and instead of letting it stop him, he decided to become a full time magician at home, always telling her that he secretly wanted to do this and now he had a chance to be with her all the time.
She sighed shaking her head coming back to present, he had passed away last year losing against cancer which was diagnosed in last stages. His suffering was short but he left with a smile, she wiped a small tear tricking down her cheek and got up, whispering, “Thank-you for making my life magical.”
Time: 9 minutes 45 seconds
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