"If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast" I repeated to calm her as her lips tried to utter the words. Her grasp on my arm tightened with every distant gunshot she heard. Her aching legs barely held her as we slowly but steadily crossed the crowded street. "Can we stop for some grilled corn? I'm buying" I said with a fake smile in a desperate attempt to ease her anxiety; she didn't even answer. She kept dragging through our way home.
There by my side she walked, all her attempts at wearing a poker face went in vain as their chants went louder. There beside me was a friend who has always cared for me through thick and thin. It wasn't about nice moments, but rather the tough ones. I could never recall a gift I received or a joyous outta boy with an achievement but rather the concerned shaky voice over the phone whenever she hears about an accident a 100 km away. Her loud laughter in front of an old play, and her annoying little questions as she struggles to follow the plot of a movie. Her short tempered screams in front of a political talk show and her condemnation of some of my weird ideas. A seasoned physician who believed in the healing powers of holy oil. A woman who always aspired to perfection and believed in the good for those who believed. A hard rock lady who wasn't afraid of showing her creamy inside to those she loved. I stood there amazed by what she's been through yet came on top. I admired her fighting spirit and her spectacular journey. There I stood next to a friend that I wanted to be with regardless of any biological bonds
That's when it struck me; I know exactly how to calm her. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "That's a pretty name" she said as her eyes twinkled and a smile lit her face.
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