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The Show


“Run away,” she thought. “Run away from the emotions of today.” 

“Bury them deep, deep inside. Hide them away, and maybe the others won’t see my pain.” 

No one will know. She’s good at it, after all, with so many available family lessons provided on how to put on a show. 

“If I tell them the truth, they will probably run away,” her thoughts continued, “So bury them deep, I must. I’ve gotten so good at smiling when all I want to do is curse.”

She really wanted to be herself. To stand up and shout that she was dying inside. She was hurting and crying and hurting some more. 

But she had tried that once — to share the truth, and he looked at her as if she was a paper doll proof, whatever a paper doll proof might be. But she imagined that it’d be flat and lifeless, without the ability to feel his odd stare permeate through her. Yes, surely a paper doll would not care.

Unfortunately, a paper doll she was not, and her emotional state felt like she was wading through mud. Still, she forced herself to stand erect on the stage of life, so her husband and daughter could watch the illusion of a happy show. 

Then, one day, there was a moment of truth as she looked in the mirror at her fair complexion staring back at her. 

“Run away,” she thought. “Run away from the emotions of today.” 

“Bury them deep, deep inside. Hide them away, and maybe the others won’t see my pain.” 

No one will know. She’s good at it, after all, with so many available societal
lessons provided on how to put on a show. 

A tear began to fall down her face. She went to wipe it away as she felt a tug on her shirt. She turned to see her daughter’s five-year-old blue eyes staring back at her. 

“Mommy. Please don’t cry. I thought it wasn’t ok to cry,” the blue-eyed child said with a straight face. 

As she stared into her daughter’s face, a cold chill ran through her body that made her hair stand up and her body tighten. 

“Oh my God,” she thought, “This is not okay.”

She gulped and relaxed her body, forcing a soft smile on her face. She knelt to her child’s height and stared her directly in the eyes. 

“Oh, my sweet baby girl, I’m afraid I’ve very much shown you wrong,” she continued, “It is perfectly ok to cry your tears, and no matter what, do not allow me or anyone else to tell you otherwise.”

At that moment, she stepped off the stage, and the show stopped. 

4 comments on “The Show

  1. This made me weep, it’s so beautiful. ♥️

    Marybeth Burgess A Little Grace Graphics C: 281-704-4739 E: marybeth.burgess@icloud.com

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  2. I felt this in every fiber of my being.

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