loosening the strings

when she said she wouldn't bring her favourite pink teddy to camp, not even in her bag, i knew that i have lost the last piece of the little girl in her forever. she has grown. she is ready to spread her wings. she is no more that small girl that has to hold your hand to sleep, the one that had to make sure you do not sleep before her because she is afraid of being the only one awake. the little one that is always by your side. the one who made up the song 'lonely, mummy is so lonely, but not exactly, because she has me'* (version edited to protect privacy). the sweetness that was once her, the adoration that once embraced me. it is a memory now. a distant warm memory.