The face of my daughter

I take cover behind an old car that was aflame. I hear shots, and explosions. The tank would soon be near me, and I would be visable. I look at my leg, severed in half by one of the enemy's bombs. I knew that if a bullet didn't get me, I would die slowly due to blood loss from the limb that was blown off only a few seconds ago. I see none of my former marines. My trembleing hands reach inside my heavy jacket pocket and pull out a picture of a five year old girl with long, curly, blonde hair, and chocolate brown eyes. She's smiling at me, I smile back. I kiss the picture and die, in the face of my daughter.

I am about to become a new mother, I'm pushing and pushing, but nothing's happening. The baby's not coming out. I thought that I couldn't have children, due to some condition I have. It was a nothing short of a miracle when my husbond and I saw that little pink plus sign. I feel as if I'm about to loose everything until I feel a sudden sharp pain of relief. The head is out, the rest was a breeze. The pain was worth it, to see the face of my daughter.

It's her first time driving, my eldest finally behind the wheel. She clicks her seat belt, and so do I. I tell her to back out of the drive way slowly, she does. I'm proud that she's so careful, so responsible. She drives us to the mall, where we go spend money in celebration of her new driver's license. We put the bags in the trunk, and get in the car. While she's backing out a drunk driver T-bones us on her side. I get out of the accident with minor injuries, I crawled out of the wreckage, but before I could try and help her, the cars erupted with flames. I am now being led to the room where her body is kept. I see two metal tables with two charred skeletens. I can't even tell which one once, barred the face of my daughter.

I'm watching the news, reading a book when I hear that a party went wild last night. That a murder occured. They say that they have caught the killer. They show a picture, I see a mug shot, of the face of my daughter.

I'm watching the television, I see the host bring out a gold card. He says that the next American Idol is in that envolope. He opens the package with ease. He announces the winner. Confetti rains down on her, she is crying and I am too. I know how much she wanted this. I see tears fun down the face of my daughter.

I walk past a giant bilboard on Broadway street. A famous play will be shown tonight. I look at the giant poster on one of the skyscrapers in New York city. I didn't think she could do it I think, as I stare into the face of my daughter.

I flip through one of the only novels I own. A thrilling tale about a young wizard and a young werewolf teaming up to take down the villian. I turn to the back cover and see, the face of my daughter.

He was a terrible man, but she ran off with him anyway. They were only sixteen, they didn't know what love was. I haven't seen her in ten years. She hasn't made any contact with me since the night she left. I tryed to convinse her not to go, but she left anyway. I turn down mainstreet, I nearly run over a homeless women. As she looks at me through the windshield I remember her, it's the face of my daughter.