He took her hands in his own and held them palm up, stretching out her arms, until they were fully extended. She winced, the scabs from her wounds started to split open as her arms were gently drawn out to their full length. They were stiff from being tucked in front of her stomach, guarded, for so long. Her shoulders hunched forward in an effort to shield herself as her scars became exposed in front of this man.
His eyes traced each line she had cut into her flesh out of misery. As he did so, tears glistened upon his face and his head slumped, allowing a droplet to fall upon her skin. She stared at him, wondering when the anger was going to come, when the yelling would ensue. She braced herself for the shouts of her stupidity and her uselessness in finding a way to healthily deal with her problems, for the irritation at her failure to be responsible and trustworthy.
To her surprise, however, the man simply wept
And after the waterfalls dried, he lifted his head and inspected her stoic face, with his bloodshot eyes.
Quietly, softly, he spoke, his voice rough from the sobs that had racked his spine moments ago.
“Don’t you know that you’re beautiful?” he asked. “Do you know that I created you perfectly, according to my standards, and not to the standards of fashion or popularity or anything else of this world? Do you know that you’re irreplaceable in my sight? Have you heard my cries for you in the middle of the night when you think you’re alone and the demons are trying to overcome you? You are mine, you are precious, you are perfect, and you will always be perfect to me. Rest in my presence and my love and I will heal you of this darkness that is overtaking your life. Come to me and you will be satisfied, you will come to understand that nothing can separate you from me. Come learn what it means to be called daughter, beloved, cherished, beautiful, perfect.”