She was born a perfect child. A baby with no problems. “She was born smiling”, said her father. He always had an extreme love for his only little girl. She grew up. Those years of childhood were wonderful. She had her first bath, she said her first word, took her first step. Learned how to read, learned how to write. She grew up to be ‘that perfect little kid’. She had to be 8 when she first asked her mom ‘where do babies come from?’ Her mom, surprised by the question answered that from the unity of two hearts filled of love comes a child that could only make them happier. She smiled and went running to her dad and sat on his lap. “Daddy, do you love me?” He laughed and answered “Of course I do. You’re my baby girl.” The little girl smiled and left hopping to go play with her dolls. She grew up and reached those horrible teen years. At 13 she asked her Dad “What are you going to give me when I reach 15?” He looked at her and smiled. He said “I haven’t thought about it. I just know its going to be the best gift you will ever receive.”. A year passed and the perfect little girl wasn’t now a little girl anymore. She now being 14 was a young woman. Was this pain in her chest normal for a teenager? She asked her dad & her mom. They took her to the doctor. They never expected what the doctor had to say. “I know this is going to be hard for all of you, but this girl is dying.” The mom cried, and the dad was so surprised he couldn’t speak. His little girl was dying from a failing heart. Another year passed and each day she was worse. They never told her what was going on. She just knew she was sick. Months passed and she got weaker. They got her into a hospital. She needed a new heart. But, where could they find a heart? A heart? Their daughter was dying and she only had a couple of days. A new heart was needed for her to survive. Her mom cried every day. Her dad couldn’t, still, believe the news. But they found a heart. A perfect heart for the perfect little girl. They operated and everything worked out like planned. Everything was successful, and the girl smiled once again. Her mom walked inside the room crying her eyes out. “Why would she be crying?” was all that the girl could ask herself. Her mom handed her a letter. She opened it. It said:

Now my daughter is alright. My little girl now feels all better. I know I never answered that question you asked me. You once asked me what I was going to give you for your 15th birthday. I just said I was going to give you the best gift someone could ever give you. I once gave you life, and now I give you life once again. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, but I’m in your heart. Cause now in your chest you carry my own heart beats. I love you little girl. You’re always going to be my perfect little girl.

With love,

Your dad

The girl smiled. It really was the best gift ever.

What do you think?

I missed this when you first posted it. This was really touching. Not normally something I'd see being my cup of tea, but it really tugged at my heart too much for me to ignore it. I felt it.

Of course, if that happened to me...holy lord, I couldn't smile. I would be screaming and sobbing and curled in fetal position for a good month, at least, at which point I'd digress to mere crying constantly. Hell, I'd be grateful, but damn would I feel guilty. Man.

Beautiful little story, though.

It's a lovely little piece, although the end lacks a certain plausibility, I think. Not the donation of the heart part, but how she just smiled when she read the note.

Yeah, the lack of plausibility comes from the fact that you have to be dead to give somebody a vital organ such as your heart. I think. Also, wouldn't a grown man's heart be a little too large for a 15 year old girl's body?

But aside from that, I didn't really get into this piece. It felt too much like a 'If you send this to 0 people...' type chain e-mail.

I don't car how real it isn't but it is beautiful and it brought tears to my eyes.

Originally posted by Freakshow
It's a lovely little piece, although the end lacks a certain plausibility, I think. Not the donation of the heart part, but how she just smiled when she read the note. Yeah, I know what you mean. When I was writting I really didnt know how to end it. And no Frankie, it wasnt one of those email fowards thing heh. But yeah, I was thinking in changing the end a little cause I tried putting myself in the position of the girl and I just wouldnt know what to do/think. Maybe you guys can help me :)