If that's what it takes

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Tiny feet swing back and forth, hanging delicately from the big chair as the sparkles on the little girl's shoes twinkle in the lights of the airport terminal. Two gray eyes watch as each shoe swings up into her view as her feet move back and forth. A soft, sweet song was gently humming from her lips as her feet continued to dance back and forth lazily, her mouth opening as she released a long, deep yawn that changed her hum for a moment to a gentle sigh as she continued to stare at her shoes.

"Now Zoey, sweetheart. The flight attendants are going to help you get onto the plane and they'll be there to help you if you need anything. You listen to what they have to say, and your sister will be right outside the door to pick you up when your plane arrives."

"How am I going to know who she is?" The little girl asked as her face turned up toward the woman who had been fostering her since her mother had died two weeks prior. Her grey eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she swallowed hard.

"She knows what you look like, she'll be looking for you... I have to go... You sit here on the chair in the terminal near the big desk, and the flight attendants will make sure that you get on the plane alright. Just look at your shoes, and don't make eye contact with anyone on the plane. Don't talk to strangers... and be safe."

"But I don't want to go, Miss Rory."

"You'll be just fine... be a brave little girl, and I'll write letters. I have your address where you'll be staying... Be a good girl..." She whispered as she crouched down and let the little girl wrap her arms around her neck, feeling her tight grip on her body as she wrapped her arms around the little girl and kissed her cheek softly. "You be a good girl." She whispered as she looked up at the flight attendant as her warm embrace slowly disappeared and the little girl took a step back, taking the flight attendant's hand. She watched the little girl look up at the flight attendant, an intense fear held deep within her eyes as she stood up and watched the little girl walk away with the flight attendant, her eyes flashing back at the woman as she held tightly to her doll, and carried on her back the little pink backpack with toys for the plane as she slowly waved as she disappeared out of sight.

She sighed wistfully once again as she continued to stare at her feet, tears slowly filled her eyes as she watched the little pink shoes pop into view time and time again.

❗️Disclaimer ❗️
I didn't write this story all credits goes to "God." from the board "Surgical Language" site tapatalk.
Published 2008