F: = Father. D: = Daughter
D: *Staring at front door*
D: Father why did mother run away.
F: She has not run my dear she is just a little lost.
D: Well if she is lost how will she find her way home?
F: Well dear that is why we have fire in our hearts. So the plumps of smoke and warmth of our fire can guide her home.
D: If the fire is her guide how did she get lost.
F: Well sometimes a flame burns so hot its fire feels cold.
F: Though it’s still warm our fears and doubts lead us to believe this flame has no more warmth for us.
F: That the flame has gone out.
F: We began to feel cold mistaking the white hot heat that is present for a deep cold that can be felt within the depths of the soul.
F: That cold grips us and leads us to look at things through two lens.
F: First through the lens of longing where everything we ever desired needs to happen now no matter the cost.
F: Second through the lens of escape or freedom, where we view everything currently preventing this as a shackle.
D: Does that mean I’m in the way?
F: No dear do not fear.
F: Deep down she hurts because she doesn’t want to let go.
F: She lashes out more and more because her current desire clashes with what her inner heart desires.
D: If it hurts so much why does she do it.
F: Sometimes we have to hurt to understand what we really want.
D: I hurt a lot so I must really want mommy.
F: *smiles* Yes dear *Grasps his daughter’s hand firmly * I do too.
D: *smiles* Will she come home soon?
F: That depends dear on how far she has to run and how long she has to hurt to figure out she can have all she desires once she opens her heart.
D: Well I hope it’s soon because I miss her. *hugs her Father*
F: *smiles* *picks up daughter kisses her forehead and gives her a big hug* Me too dear, me too. *single tear falls down his cheek*