201 A Hand

Searching for answers

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201 A Hand

“I know why we feel we are waiting for a bus” the Little Red Haired Girl stated. “We have seen the pictures in our dreams.”
“You are right child” Body confirmed “and we have given every opportunity for the truth to come out. To do what is right for all. But unfortunately, that bus has long since past and we either have to wait or walk.”
“We have some proof but not enough and it involves too many people in authorative positions. It would seem obvious to me that corruption occurs on many levels” Brain stated. “Professional, familial, romantic, and financial. It is too much for me to process!”
“We know” they all agreed.

“What does Big voice say?” the child asked with such innocence and faith that Heart nearly cried there and then.
“Stop” Brain interfered. “Let’s not do anymore crying today. It does not help.”
“You’re right” Heart admitted “and it tears me to shreds. We cannot go there today.”
“Agreed” they all confirmed.

Soul took a long deep sigh before speaking. “As far as I can tell, he says to stay out of it now. It is now under Big voices control from now on. We cannot control it nor should we try anymore. We have done our best and given every opportunity to those involved to come forward and speak the truth. Nor do we try and take revenge. We wait for divine timing. We watch and we listen to Big voice. We stay in our own lane. We have faith that justice will be served Big voice has seen all and is working on the best way forward.”

“How does Big voice do that? the child asked. “How does he make a way forward?”
“Not sure child but we keep walking. No more going back to these people and we have faith and hope that they find a healing journey too.”
“But we are not poorly” the child stated “Mummy always puts on a plaster when we fall.”
“There is not a plaster big enough this time child” Brain stated the obvious. “I am afraid it cannot be fixed.”
“Rubbish” Body interjected. “I heal slowly but I still heal.”
“We shall” called Spirit “we are starting to mend our Heart and Brain, as well as Body, Spirit and Soul. It just takes time and patience.”
“And trust and faith” sighed Soul.

“Trust, I have a problem with” Heart admitted. “How can we ever trust anyone again?”
“Ooooh I can answer that” the child put up a hand quickly as if she was at school,
“Go on” Heart enquired with such hope for an answer. “I am all ears.”
“It’s me that has the ears” Body quipped.
“Cloth ones” Brain insulted. “We should be more open to listening. Advice is always welcome”
“Not when it’s biased or corrupt” Spirit called it out again and with the benefit of hindsight, Brain agreed.
“Ooooh errr… not often that happens” Spirit laughed.

“Difficult” Brain agreed.
“Anyway child” Heart continued. “How do you think we can learn to trust again? Tell me.”
“We hold their hand.”
Body stopped Brain from rolling their eyes. It was a bad habit.

The child continued. “You can tell. Once I got lost and went to hold Mummy’s hand but it was wrong and people started laughing.”
“Go on child” Spirit encouraged.
“I knew it was wrong before they laughed coz the skin felt cooler and less errr….hard? It didn’t feel right, the shape was wrong and it didn’t fit mine like it usually does.”
“How did it feel?” Body asked.
“Too big and strong like a lid is on too tight.”
“The pressure was wrong?” Brain suggested.
“Yes I think so” the child looked at her own hands as if reliving the moment.”And the shadow on the ground was wrong, and the nails were red and pointed, and Mummy never paints her nails, she say’s she never has time or money and that it’s a waste of both.”

“So what happened?” Heart asked.
“The shoes were wrong and then the dress, and when I looked up at the face there was no smile. It wasn’t Mummy at all! Then there was laughing and I looked around for her.”
“Did the lady help you find her?” Heart asked.
“Yes she was nice. She held my had tight till we found her and passed my hand to Mummys.”
“Then she was to be trusted” Heart confirmed.
“Yes…even though she had pointed nails” the child confirmed.

“Not all people with painted nails are…..” Heart struggled to find the word.
“Frivolous?” Spirit called. “Mummy obviously thought painted nails were ‘Frivolous.”
“It was a good hand” Soul sighed.
“Yes” the child agreed “You cannot tell you just have to try it.”