Starry skies, clear night, a bit of glitter here and the journey to an amazing land begins. See let me confess
I did try to find a fairy. I mean from my previous posts you can deduce that all things magical stir something on my inside. ( Omo , the Peter Pan CD suffered in my hand sha 🤧) Something "cute " . Well, like Wendy , John and Michael I decided I was going to go on a journey to the bestest place ever ,
*(my dear I know the word bestest doesn't exist, but let me use it ngwanu 😑) *
Yes, bestest place ever, Never land! Or in my case, a place where I'd never have to depend on God.
* Welp don't roll your eyes at me the son or daughter that has always been at home *
Either way, I was very much elated to begin and master the works of never land. As you know, I hardly take pictures of myself so manage this one that mirrors my excitement
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Like Wendy, John and Michael , I did see My equivalents of red Indians, Tiger lily, fairies and oohhh mermaids I mean it was amazing till well, I met hook. The dreaded one handed , terrible hook wielding fiend and Ogaaaa! It wasn't cute at all, never land no longer made sense.
I wanted to go home, I really did but I was scared, really I was. I mean, what if the father had forgotten me? How would I survive that? Countless thoughts ran through my head .
"Why did I ever leave? " "why in hell did I think never land was such a good idea? " I should tell you though those questions made me sick , I decided to stay. I mean, I could still see mermaids , "what if Father doesn't remember me? " Better to stay here than face Father not remembering me.
So, I did it. I really did it. I came home after everything . Most importantly I came home dirty, tired and bruised. I had tried to work it out on my own and well it didn't work otherwise I wouldn't be home would I?
I had a lot of regret , anger, Shame and hurt but hey, I got pulled into a tight warm embrace , was gifted warm kisses on my forehead to sooth the throbbing pain . Like Wendy and her siblings were welcomed home from their window by their parents , so was I ! The only difference is mine is way far from a work of imagination. Father did run all the way to meet me, I'm talking huge sprints man! Ego still whispers "you've ruined it all. You never should have left , now look at all the time you wasted ''. I've gotta tell you , it's a good thing my Father has a loud voice that drowns ego's whispers .
I just want you to know that like the darlings , like me, like the prodigal son or kid as I like to call him, you too can come home.
PS , we'd throw a party when you get back.
Emmm ,comman suggest mid night snack for me o
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