Excerpt From Daddy’s Little Girl, Chapter 8


Quiet Times

The day I walked into my very own furnished room, I let out a sigh of relief and thanked God. Finally, I had a bedroom all to myself with longed for peace and quiet. It didn’t take Joy, my spoiled Pomeranian, too long to get used to our new room and the new bed. We just settled in. Sometimes when I woke up very early, I’d watch rays of sunlight shine through the curtains on the windows and slowly travel up the walls, gradually changing my room from dark, to dimly lit, until the entire room was full of light. When I opened the windows just a little, a cool spring breeze flowed gently through my room. Relaxation, joy and quiet times were mine!

Many days as I laid there in the early morning quietness, I’d listen to birds singing and the cooing sound of pigeons. The atmosphere in my room was so quiet and peaceful that it became a very special place away from the noise of the rest of the house. Mornings and evenings were special times in my life. Alone in my room, I could think about my life, what I wanted to do, all the things I would like to have when I grew up and the places I’d like to go. The things I thought I’d like to do were music, singing, art, sports and have a family. The quietness of my room and my imagination were my avenues of escape.

About Hila Esters