Little Warrior


Nancy woke up and came out of her bedroom.
“Mom,” she called.
“I’m in the kitchen, Nancy!”
“What’s for breakfast?”
“Your favourite pancakes and milk,” replied Elizabeth. “Did you brush your teeth?”
“Not yet.”
“Please do so right away,” instructed Elizabeth.
As she turned towards the bedroom, a diary on the table caught her attention.

Curiously, she picked up the diary and flipped through a few pages.
“Whose diary is this, mom?” she asked.
Elizabeth walked out of the kitchen with a plate full of pancakes.
“That’s mine,” said Elizabeth. “Just something I scribble when I’m alone, nothing important.”
Nancy read a few pages. “Mom, these are beautiful poems!”
“Thank you, dear,” said Elizabeth. “Go, brush quickly, the pancakes are hot.”

After breakfast, Nancy got ready.
“Where are you going on a holiday?” asked Elizabeth.
“I’m going to Tina’s house to play.”
“Ok, come home soon.”
“I will, thank you! Can I borrow your diary, mom?” asked Nancy before leaving.
“What will you do with it, darling?” asked Elizabeth. 
“Would like to read it.”
“Sure, take it.”

“Mom, do you have a dream?” asked Nancy later at the dinner table.
“I had a dream, a long time ago, to be a writer,” replied Elizabeth with a smile.
“So, what happened?”
“Circumstances, I guess. They weren’t conducive for me to chase my dreams.”
“And you gave up?” Nancy asked bluntly.
Elizabeth’s smile disappeared. “I guess.”
“Your poems are beautiful, mom!”
“Thank you, but what’s the point now?” said Elizabeth.
“Yesterday, at school, our teacher told us something important.”
“What?” asked Elizabeth.
“That you must fight for your dreams. They keep you going and they are worth fighting for!”

“I guess it’s too late now,” said Elizabeth.
“Don’t let anyone talk you out of your dreams, not even yourself. Your dream is worth fighting for!” said Nancy. “I showed your diary to Tina’s mother. She works as an editor of a magazine.”
“What!?” Elizabeth was surprised. “What did she say?”
“She loved your work, mom. She would like to meet you, regarding publishing your poems in her magazine!”
Elizabeth’s eyes welled up with tears, she hugged Nancy. “Sometimes, you need someone else to fight for your dreams. You, darling, are my little warrior!”

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