Purity

My closest companion in the world sleeps beside me and I am relieved. She's tall, not quite three feet. Despite all my hangups and inner turmoil, I am pure and loving with her. Whatever happened before in my life doesn't matter because she only knows what I teach her and how I relate to her. She brings out the best in me. Thank God.

After the mess of complicated social involvements in my life, it's absolutely thrilling to not give a holy crap whether I've been politically correct or worn the right ensemble on any given day. It doesn't matter whether I look like a complete train wreck or like Christy Turlington, when I awake and our eyes meet, she's overjoyed to see me. I have a swarm of ambitions, emotions and frustrations mixing in my head, but I know have already achieved something that I will never in my life overshadow. I have become a wonderful mother and, by it, a stronger person. In a sense, what came before only exists in my memory, my life will be remembered and defined through what passes before her eyes.