Her little fingers pressed each key carefully. “Daddy, when is mommy coming home? I want her to hear me play.”
Her voice was as melodious as the simple nursery rhyme she was practicing on the piano. “Not for a long time, sweetheart, but Daddy’s listening. ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’, right?”
“It’s mommy’s favorite.” She paused at the off-key note.
“G note, sweetheart. Remember where that key is?”
“Oh yeah.” She pressed the right key and smiled at the sound. She had her mother’s smile and his heart ached. The music stopped and she swiveled her little body on the bench to face him. “Daddy, where’s mommy?”
Her mother’s silky black hair framed her face. He didn’t know it was possible for his heart to swell with love and break with pain at the same time.
“Mommy’s far away.”
“Like a different country?”
“Even farther.”
“Like a different planet?” His daughter’s bright eyes stared at him.
“Yes, sweetheart, kind of like a different planet.”
© Jade M. Wong
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word Count: 174
There’s a standalone sequel to this story: Pink Cotton Candy.
Such a beautiful story, Jade. Heart breaking yet beautiful.
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Aww I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for checking out this story too! ^_^
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Pleasure is mine, Jade.
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[…] Standalone sequel to A Different Planet. […]
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Heartbreaking and beautiful. I love it.
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Thank you! I’m glad to hear it ^_^
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Awww, what a difficult task it is trying to explain to a kid, death, especially that of a parent. But I think the father here has gotten the hang of it, a beautiful story Jade
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I agree, Ameena, explaining such a painful and powerful concept to a child is probably one of the hardest things a parent has to do. I’m glad you think the father has gotten the hang of it ^_^
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Such a beautiful, but sad story. You have written it well and each sentence expressed a visual scene and gives the reader a sense of compassion and love for this little family.
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Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts 🙂 I’m happy the scene was able to convey such emotion for you.
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Beautifully written Jade. It tugs on your heart.
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Thank you LaRonda 🙂 Happy to hear you liked the story.
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It’s heartbreaking. Her mommy is listening from up there. She’s always there watching over her from heaven. Wonderfully written, Jade.
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I think so too! Her mom is definitely listening wherever she is ❤
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Aw poor girl.
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Indeed, but she’ll grow up with love 🙂
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Yes that’s very important 🙂
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Oh Jade. My heart.. 💔 I can imagine every scene in this heartbreakingly beautiful story. Huhu
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Aww, I’m glad to hear the scene is vivid enough 🙂
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Very sweet and sad. Great story
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Thank you! Glad you like the story & I appreciate the read and comment 🙂
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Oh great. Mom’s dead. Maybe he could just tell his daughter that Mommy can hear her from Heaven.
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He definitely could. Maybe one day, when she’s a little older to understand, he can explain Heaven to her 🙂
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“Her voice was as melodious as the simple nursery rhyme she was practicing on the piano.” I really like that line. Great imagery, Mei. Well done.
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Glad that line stood out to you! Thank you for the read and lovely comment, Chris 🙂
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Yup, that was the sound of my heart breaking.It’s always hard to explain death to a child, but the mother and her parents’ love for each other live on in her.
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Aww…would it help your heart if I offer some super-sturdy-super-glue? 🙂 Thank you for reading and leaving a comment, Chris! I agree, her parents’ love definitely live on in her, and that would help the healing process in ways nothing else can ❤
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I’ll get back to you on that super-glue 😛 I hope the father and the child both heal, after – especially the father! You’re right, it’ll help the healing process the most out of everything. Nothing proves love more than your own child standing there.
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A poignant write. Beautifully crafted.
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Thank you very much 🙂 Glad you liked it!
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Such a lovely tale Jade! So very heartbreaking! Well done!
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Thank you PJ! I really have to commend you for choosing such a wonderful photo prompt this week (and Mike for offering it!)
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Thank you so much Jade! It is a beautiful photo!
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Beautiful writing Jade.
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Thank you Iain 🙂 The comment is much appreciated.
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“A different planet” is a very sweet euphemism, and one more understandable to some kids than others. When my friend’s Grandad died, she told them he’d gone to Heaven to be with God. They couldn’t get their heads around the concept (too young) but I bet they would’ve understood another planet.
Lovely story! 🙂
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Personally, I’ve always found the concept of Heaven to be too much for a lot of kids to understand. What exactly is this infinite space above us? Is there a house on a cloud up there somewhere?
Thanks for reading, TUS. Always appreciate your thoughts 🙂
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oh. oh this. -_- such tenderness in sadness dear. ❤
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Thanks dear! Happy to see you popping back into WordPress btw!
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oh this feels hoooome for me! ❤
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A touching piece Jade, beautifully written.
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Thank you very much, I’m glad to hear it was touching for you 🙂
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My pleasure Jade.
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Heartbreaking. Beautifully written piece.
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Thanks! I appreciate the read and comment 🙂
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My pleasure! 😊
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Good job. Heart wrenching. 😦
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Thank you Rosemary 🙂 Glad you liked the story.
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this was so touching, the little girl’s voice so distinct and in its innocence so heart wrenching, the dad is his own grief comforting his daughter, painfully sweet – lovely Jade! oh and yes we all have our father’s eyes!
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Thanks so much, Gina! As always, your words and keen eyes see straight to the heart of the story ❤
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this one was extra special from you i think – it touched me very much
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These few lines are enough to turn someone into a bowl of mush. Great post👍
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Thank you so much! Very glad you enjoyed the story and there’s nothing wrong with a bowl of mush, hmm? 🙂
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No there isn’t anything wrong with it. I am one. And its working out well for me I guess 😁😁
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oh, man! Tear my heart out!! ❤
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Aww…there’s no happiness without a little pain, right? Balance 🙂 Thank you for reading, VIT!
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