The posts continue for the A-Z Challenge with my theme of emotions. Today’s piece is a work of fiction inspired by the word beginning with “F” that my 7 year old chose. Thank you hunny for your help!
Felicia gazed out of the window as she sat in the rocking chair and caressed her 32 week old baby growing inside of her. Her mind wandered and she began to think about what her daughter would be like. Would she look like her? Would she have her exotic features and dark hair? Would she have her husband’s soft features and piercing gaze? Would she be a combination of the two? What else would be passed onto her offspring? What character traits would she have? Would she be timid and reserved like Felicia was growing up? Would she know the answers but be afraid to speak up? Would she be a bookworm and relate better to the characters in her books than her peers at school? Would she be charismatic and charming like her dad? The life of the party? The funny one? Relatable in a warm and effortless kind of way? She started to wish that she had been more daring, less timid, and more adventurous. She wished that she had stronger traits to pass on. As she rubbed her belly she began to feel a burning sensation like a fire consuming her from within.
Felicia sat on the edge of the bed after tucking little Felicia into bed. She’d read her a bedtime story, kissed her goodnight and stroked her hair long after she had fallen asleep. As she sat on the edge of the bed she glanced out of the window and remembered sitting in a rocking chair that was once nestled in the corner. She remembered the thoughts that crossed her mind as she’d stare out into the world beyond her home. Wondering what her daughter would look like and be like. She was proud of the little person that she was already turning out to be. Her 8 year old ball of fire. Fire! She remembered feeling that fire burning from within when she was pregnant. She had a sudden feeling that she couldn’t shake; that fire that she felt was the feistiness forming in her baby. She knew that in spite of all of her weaknesses and shortcomings she must have done something right because her daughter would be no doormat and no one’s second choice. On that day when she made the decision to be the person she wanted her daughter to be proud of, that spark caught flame and changed her and her daughter’s life forever. Her daughter wouldn’t be known as Felicia the Fearful like her mother growing up but Felicia the Feisty.