I still believe in Fairies

THE GOLDEN GIFT..


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Some time ago,

 a friend of mine punished

his 3-year old daughter

for wasting a roll

of gold wrapping paper.

 Money was tight,

 and he became infuriated

when the child tried

to decorate a box

to put under the tree. 

 

Nevertheless,

 the little girl

 brought the gift to her father

the next morning and said,

“This is for you, Daddy.”

He was embarrassed

by his earlier overreaction,

but his anger flared again

 when

he found

that the box was empty.

 He yelled at her,

 “Don’t you know

 when

you give someone a present,

there’s supposed

to be something inside of it?”

 

The little girl looked up

at him with tears in her eyes

and said,

“Oh, Daddy, it;s not empty.

 I blew kisses into the box.

All for you, Daddy.”

 

The father was crushed.

He put his arms

around his little girl.

 My friend told me

 that he kept that old box

by his bed for years.

Whenever

 he was discouraged,

he would take

 out an imaginary kiss

and remember the love

 of the child who had put it there. 

 

In a very real sense,

 each of us

as parents has been given

 a gold container

 filled with unconditional love

and kisses from our children.

 There is no more

 precious possession

anyone could hold.

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4 responses

  1. Nozee

    oulik

    December 11, 2007 at 15:31

  2. Magnolia

    Heel mooi Ilse…….

    December 11, 2007 at 15:45

  3. Dallas

    So sweet!

    December 11, 2007 at 16:32

  4. Chez Nany

    WHAY A LOVELY STORY…..

    December 11, 2007 at 17:24

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