Performing My Duty
Performing My Duty by Barbara Valentino No beta, all mistakes my own. The house is quiet; everyone to their own duties. I like to reflect on my roll in this house. Oh, now a bit of activity. The lovely young girl flits around like a little sparrow. She is so young yet very self assured. She knows what she has to do and when. She doesn't need the likes of me to remind her. I hear the heavy foot falls of the head of the house heading toward his desk. How often I have seen this man pace the floor waiting for someone or something; yearning for what he lost. He would stand at the window, looking out longingly. In time he realized that time moves forward regardless of the pain. Oh he would come to me and stare in my face with sad eyes as if I could stop time. He closed his heart lest it be hurt again. He has seen much sadness and pain. M