Love Yourself, You are worth it
Destini the Chocolate Princess
J. V. Lewis

    The Disappointment

    Seven years later, on a bright sunny summer day, little Destini and her cousin Crystal were skipping around outside the front of the house. A three-foot wooden fence surrounded the two-story gray
    wooden home. The parched grass looked like it sucked up its last drop of water. Crystal was about the same age and height as Destini. Crystal looked lovely in her little pink dress. Her fair skin glowed
    in the sunlight. Destini’s yellow cotton dress and socks matched the ribbons in her soft, woolly hair. Her skin was dark and smooth as rich chocolate. She was blessed with breath-taking beauty from
    her father’s side of the family. As Destini and Crystal skipped and played, they held hands and smiled at each other. At times, they would stop and pretend that they were fixing each other’s hair or
    dusting off the other’s shoulder and straightening their dresses.
    “You look lovely today dear,” Destini would say to Crystal in her most grown up imitation.
    “Thank you ever so much,” she responded.
    “You’re quite welcome.” They’d both laugh heartily and continue skipping around the yard.

    Inside the living room, grandma, a very light-skinned heavyset woman, rocked away in her rocking chair. She was darning a pair of her son-in-law’s pants. The sun shun brightly through the windows
    giving the red-carpeted living room a warm, radiant glow, thus creating a cozy atmosphere. Mary descended the red-carpeted stairs with Jeff right behind her, engaging her in conversation. Her peach
    cotton dress complemented her light, golden-brown skin.
    “Yes, I know Jeff,” Mary answered, “everything is packed and ready to go. Mama!” she called out. Grandma Harris stopped rocking.
    “Mama! We’re ready to go now. Where’s Destini?” Grandma Harris stood up slowly.
    “She outside with Crystal,” she answered with a Texan drawl.
    “Destini! Destini!” Mary called impatiently. Mary had her hair done at the beauty salon and she knew she looked great. She was eager to go to Mexico to show herself off.
    “Yes, Mama,” Destini answered in her sweet child voice, “coming!” Destini ran inside with Crystal.
    “Now Destini,” said Mary, “I want you to be on your best behavior. Listen to grandma and be a good girl, okay?” Destini looked up at her mother with her innocent, beautiful, radiant brown eyes.
    “Yes mama. Can I come with you and Papa?”
    “No, you can’t,” Mary responded pursing her lips and knitting her brow, “I have already told you that you can’t come.” Destini looked at her mother and wished she looked just like her.
    “You look so pretty Mama.” Mary smiled, and kissed her on the forehead. “Thanks baby, goodbye.” Then she walked to the door. Jeff squatted and held out his hands, and little Destini ran into his
    open arms. He hugged her warmly and kissed her on both cheeks. “Hmmm,” thought little Destini, “Papa smells so good.”
    “I’m gonna miss you, my little princess,” he smiled warmly with a hint of sadness in his gorgeous eyes. He hugged her again and said, “Now, my beautiful little princess, Papa loves you very much. I’ll be
    back soon. I’m gonna miss you so . . .”
    Mary, looking on, was anxious to go. “Jeff!” she shouted, “Would you hurry up before we miss our plane to Mexico!” Jeff looked up at Mary as if to say, “Please be patient.”
    “I’m coming,” he said, “and we have more than enough time.” He looked at his gorgeous little daughter lovingly. Her lovely face lowered and her gorgeous brown eyes looking up shyly at her papa. He
    admired her pretty face, and noting her cotton soft hair that was styled in three braids. Her soft hair was tied with yellow ribbons that glowed against the rich blackness of each strand. Papa kissed her
    again and said, “Gotta go, Papa’ll call.” He smiled and said gently, “See you next week. You are my little heart. Your skin is so soft and beautiful.” He said touching it gently. “I love you my beautiful
    chocolate princess.” He concluded lovingly.

    Destini loved when he called her chocolate princess and touched her face ever so gently. She felt special. Papa stood up to go. He looked tall and handsome to little Destini; like a tall, dark, handsome
    king who would always be there to protect her.

    Destini and Crystal played outside every day until the day Papa was coming home. Jeff called Destini each day during the trip until the day he was to return. On the day of his return, Destini woke up
    early. She planted herself in the living room and looked out the window anxiously, while the sun pierced through at her. She couldn’t bear to wait any longer to see her Papa.

    In the afternoon, Crystal stopped by to see if Destini wanted to come out and play. But Destini declined, saying that she just wanted to wait for her Papa and Mama in the living room. Evening came and
    she did not see Papa. Destini was anxious to see her parents, so anxious, that she didn’t eat much. She didn’t notice that the phone rang a few times.
    Grandma gently approached Destini. “Destini,” she said. There was a strain in Grandma’s voice.
    “Yea, Gra-ma?” she answered, looking up at Grandma innocently, and noticing the tears in her eyes. “What’s the matter Gra-ma?”
    Grandma held Destini’s little hands and said softly, “Mama and Papa won’t be coming home today.”
    Destini stared at Grandma Harris, and then asked, “Why not? When are they coming home?”
    Grandma explained that they had died in a plane crash. Little Destini was confused. She did not understand why her parents were not coming home. So, everyday for the next month she woke up early,
    knelt on the sofa in the living room, and looked out of the window hoping to see Papa come home. Then one day reality hit her deeply. She realized that the only person who protected her, told her she
    was pretty, and made her feel happy was gone forever. Destini thought, “No, no, no----o.” She cried and cried, and told grandma that she wanted her Papa. She could not eat and she started to lose
Jo-Val Publishing, LLC
Author ~ Joan Wright Lewis

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