Waiting for something you have wanted for such a long time can cause you to have one of two reactions. One, Excitement. You feel the thrill of having received the one thing you wanted more then anything else at that point in time. Lasts for maybe a year if it was a really awesome or emotional thing. Two, Disappointment. The falling feeling of knowing that your hopes and dreams are now crashed upon the rocks of despair and failure. This was the chance to have something awesome. Option two is what she was feeling at this point. Waiting for 5 long years of her life to get the one thing she asked for when she was dragged to church and forced to pray. The one thing she wanted when her mother asked her in earnest what she wanted for her birthday. This one thing that to her, would make the whole world right again. The release of her “Uncle”, a term she used to mean that this person was not really of her own blood. How could he be? He had hit her, touched her and told her horrible things about herself. No one ever believed her. No one ever would. Why should they when he had been working with children all his life in the same job for the last 20+ years as a nurse at a Children’s Cancer treatment hospital. He was a good honest man who would never harm anyone. Until he did… the wrong kid.

This kid knew he had nothing left in this world. He was watching an alarm clock tick down to his passing and lived everyday with the pain because at least for now he could feel it. However, when this strange sickly smelling man came into his room and gave him a dose of something that should have knocked him out and started to touch him, the boy was not as “out of it” as he had planned him to be, and quickly grabbed the fork on his tray table stabbing the man in the eye. The man was dead. And here stood the girl that had never said anything to anyone but her mother. Standing at his grave, ment to morn the passing of this vial human. She looked up and saw the boy. The family around her gasped in horror. She calmly walked over and stood toe to toe to him.

“Do your worst. I came here to allow his family closure. I won’t be around long enough for a trial anyway.” The boy had a strong jaw line and stood firm in place. His very thin frame held his pride like a rod, keeping him up right and waiting for a blow.

The girl looked back at her family. All looking at this paper thin boy. The boy, no, man who had taken from them someone they treasured. They held hate and fury and pain in their eyes. The feelings that she had when no one would listen to her, when they hushed her away and told her that saying such things wouldn’t get her the attention she wanted. She looked at them and smiled.

She wrapped her hand around the back of the boys head as he flinched expecting to be struck. She pulled him down to her level and kissed him with a flaming passion that would ignite the fires of anger in her family. She pushed all her need for someone who understood into her finger tips as they gripped into his curly brown hair. She pulled back and laughed.

“No one here would dare to strike you. I know what that man could do, he was a vial scum sucking anal discharge who deserved to rot with the dead dreams of the children he harmed. If anyone wants to hit you, They will have to fight me first.” She stared at her family daring anyone to move. She took his hand and walked away with him.

They got married two years latter when they turned 19 and had their first child when she was 22. He lived everyday he was given to the fullest and loved his wife with his whole heart when it gave up at 36. She cried and sat at his grave side with her son. They wept tears of joy for the days he fought for to be with them for just a bit longer, and cried for the days they wished they could have had. Slowly one by one her family arrived, they came and each one carried a seed. They dropped the seed and sat quietly until she turned to talk to the mother she had not talked to in years.

“What are you doing here?” She asked in a strong and willful tone.

“Years ago, this man came to us and planted a seed. He told us that he had no shame in what he had done but understood that his action had caused us pain. That man we buried then, had no shame in his action but never planed to deal with the pain it would cause. We couldn’t understand that a man who had such a giving heart and strong faith could be so crupt. We had no thoughts that what you had said was true, but when your husband showed up and spoke out, and you stood, we all were sure you would strike him. Stand up for your family. But you had nothing but relief in your eyes as you turned back to us. Thankfulness that he couldn’t hurt anyone else. Your husband planted a seed that day that made us all think, and now, We bring seeds to thank him.”

Flowers bloomed in the spring every year. standing there strong and defiant to the order of things. Just as he was and would always remain in memory.