Everyone has a secret, but when its bound by shame we're forced to live within the darkest circles of our crumbling masks; unable to find the light of the coming dawn; forever locked in the shadows of our own regrets.
When I was born there was no life in me, no light, only stillness. My mother, who knew the loss of a child too well, held me tight and kissed my tiny fingers. She traced lines over my lips and face, as I lay breathless; eternally sleeping in her arms.
"Her skin is so white, so soft like the petals of a rose," she told my father as he knelt beside her.
"She was beautiful, like her mother."
"Goodbye, little one." My mother kissed my cheek, and at the very moment my father took me in his arms, life suddenly reached into my heart. A breath passed before they could move, before they could dare to believe I was alive.
The nurse came rushing back into the room and stared on in amazement. "Look." She touched my lips as I wailed. "Alive, but her skin is as pale as the moon, and her lips, with the blood that flows through them now"
"As red as the sore." My father smiled and pressed his cheek to mine. "She is the blossom of life, a miracle that will prevail against all odds."
"Then she must be named accordingly," the nurse stated as she took me from him and lowered me to my mother's waiting arms.
"Greg, we should name her Amara, after your mother."
"That's perfect," he said. "It means everlasting."
"Amara-Rose," Mother whispered. "My everlasting blossom."

Notes

Please give my story a chance I promise it will get better the more it gets into the story :) Thank you




xoxo
~Gabrielle