From: "}{filer" <hsimon@thezone.net>
Date: Sun, 10 Oct 1999 00:39:56 -0230
Subject: NEW: Mother's Sacrifice By Thinkey

Title:Mother's Sacrifice
Author: Thinkey
E-mail: hsimon@thezone.net
Rated: PG
Spoilers: None
Category: VRA (character death)
Archive: Gossamer, anywhere else, please ask

Author's Note: Well this is my first time ever writing a story of this sort.
When you have to write a narrative essay 250-300 words for a mid-term, you
have to forget about writing a story story and just write something little.


Mother's Sacrifice
**************

          Nothing in life comes cheap. I sadly learned that the hard way. As
I gaze down at my baby daughter, I notice that she has her mother's eyes, a
light blue, a blue as the sky on a warm summer's day.
I miss her, I miss her smile, I miss her touch and most of all my work just
doesn't seem the same without her. The spark has died out. My will to persue
the truth has died.
            My wife had made the ultimate sacrifice for our daughter. I
thank her dearly for what she did, but how can I forgive her for leaving me?
For that I am unsure. I can't help think that there could have been another
way... some way to save our daughter without loosing her. But I'm no H.G
Wells, I can't turn back the time. What's done is done and now I have to
live with it. But can I?
             I've been on leave since the terrible accident, where my wife
gave her life to save our child. Funeral and memorial service now passed, I
should have some resolution, but I find myself with even more questions. As
I think of work, I suddenly feel a sense of remorse. It was my work that got
her into this in the first place some nine years ago. It was my work that
put her in danger countless times! It was my work that eventually killed
her.
I think back on these events and wonder was it all worth it? Was it really
worth it? Here I sit, my daughter in my arms staring out the window streamed
with rain. I'm still no closer to the truth than when I began nine years
ago.
            How can I face my work after what's happened? There will be no
one to keep me on track, no one to keep me down to Earth... it just wouldn't
be the same.  I watch my daughter as she grabs hold of my tie and tugs on
it. Suddenly I don't feel so guilty about everything anymore. I gaze into my
daughter's eyes and the sentence, "Don't worry dad, mom will always love
you, wherever and whenever she is," suddenly pops into my head. I stare at
my baby, startled. She smiles lightly and for a moment I can see her, I can
see my Scully in our daughter.
            I bring our baby close, realizing at this moment, she was even
more special. This is a sign, a sign that all things are still possible, and
that I should never give up.

Finis

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