Creative Writing: Beautiful Essay
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“Mom?” Her voice flickers from the closet beside the front door to me in the kitchen, where I’m preparing food for our dinner. I dry my hands on a stray dish towel and walk to find my daughter. She’s standing on a stool in the closet, cradling an old, worn leather Bible in her hands. I gasp, without even realizing it, as I remember whose Bible that is. It’s not my husband’s, nor Aspen’s younger brother Derek’s. It’s mine. I remember receiving the treasured Book in fifth grade, when I graduated from Kid’s Church back at my hometown in Nebraska. I lived in Nebraska from birth until I turned fifteen. My family and I left our beloved town behind and headed to a new land, also known as South Dakota. That’s where I met my husband. We got
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“Is it yours?” “Y-yes, it is.” I reply, opening the cover. The dark pages of the beginning flash up at me. They used to be the same hue as the cover, but the cover has grown lighter with age. The bright, hot pink sticker with the word ‘Beautiful’ written in the scraggly handwriting of a twelve-year-old sticks out, and I find myself tracing the word over and over again. “Did Daddy write that?” Aspen asks. I laugh a little. Of course she’d ask. My husband is known for calling me ‘Beautiful’ and ‘Babe’, and other sweet names that still give me the chills as if we were back in high school, holding hands while walking down the halls. He’d depart me with a hug every single day, and I loved it. I loved him. I still do. As I spin my wedding ring on my finger, I tell her: “No, I did.” “You? Why?” My daughter queries, standing up on tiptoe to see the sticker better. I smile at her, tucking a stray strand of light brown hair behind her ear. I’ve kept her hair down to her waist, and mine as well, because when I was a teenager, I tried growing my hair out all the time. Sometimes it worked, but sometimes, dead ends would be the death of my dream and my mother would have to trim my hair. “God asked me to.” I reply. It’s the truth. When I was at a youth camp, the last one before we moved, actually, the preacher asked us to pray to God to give us a word in our heads to write down on a sticker. The word ‘Beautiful’ popped into my head. Now, if you knew me,