I am a useless piece of scrap.  I wouldn't be a loss to the world.  Except maybe to one person.  My daughter. 

She is my world, my whole life. 

When I cry, she wipes my tears and ask me what's wrong?  When I'm angry, she listens.  Tries to reason if I am angry at her.  But if not then she lets me say my piece.  When I'm sad, she sits on my lap and gives me a hug.  If she does something bad, she tells me, "I'm sorry Mom", makes me a card then reads it to me anyway.  She buys me flowers on Mother's day cuz she knows that I never get any.  When she needs something, she'll kiss your cheeks a hundred times until you give in. 

That's Dinky. 

When days are hard and times at tough, she understands.  When money is tight, she gives up half her allowance to make ends meet.  When you need to talk, she listens.  Then bugs you with questions after. 

When her birthday's coming up and you're broke, she'll accept a very delayed present anyway.  Without tears.  And she understands. 

Oh she's not all good mind you.  She hates homework and she hates it when she has to give up the cartoon channel to study.  She likes to chat and play starcraft and she hates it when I am busy with the computer.   You have to tuck her in and stay with her till she sleeps or she will always mumble that you never have time for her. 

At dinner time, she has to watch the primetime soap opera first before she will even touch her plate.  And never ask her how the show went, she'll tell you to watch it so you won't lose track.  I still ask her anyway. 

She wakes up at 11am and sleeps at midnight.  But I let her be cuz it's summer. 

Well that's Dinky.  Not perfect.  But she'll all I have. 
 
 

(may 1998)