There was something different about that touch
Alina was sure about it, for every touch has a memory.
The soothing touch that her mother when papa was away it was a touch that said that “it’s okay honey, you are safe, I stand between the world and you, I am there to heal your wounds and rejuvenate you after a tired day.”
Then was her father, Alina did not know which was more scary his touch when he was drunk and leery that slipped to explore her body, which made her feel like she was not a person. He would tell her he was her father and he could do whatever he wanted with her. There was no way she could push that hand away.
Going out and meeting other children was misery she wondered if they knew the secret that she harboured within the deep secret that there was something in her that she could not remove, for her father to do. Still these invisible scars were better than the visible ones which came up and people asked her questions, those scars made by her father when he whipped her.
Then was the touch of her brother, which was again explored her, he was playing to the gallery, with the father watching and encouraging him, telling him to be a man, the touch was very apologetic if didn’t do what their father said, it meant both of them would be whipped.
Finally things snapped when Aaron turned sixteen he left home, and now ten years later he was back. Collar and cloak, he walked the path, Alina knew for certain something was different something was tangibly different, sometimes, reaching out and taking someone’s hand is the beginning of a journey, that is what Aaron had done to her, held her hand to take her away from the murky dark secrets,
“She is my daughter, you cannot take her away”
“No, she Lord’s child, today the Lord has delivered her, healed and protected she is going to be safe from you.”
“Aaron, don’t talk to your father like that,” their mother had reprimanded,
“Mom, if you had stood up then neither Alina nor I would have had to put up with it, but that is your journey, in a way that helped me find the Lord and do his work. It is time for Alina to move on.”
Suddenly it was out in the open as if the walls of the house acknowledged the abuse that happened here, the pain that happened and Aaron now had the power to heal the wounds,
“Alina, i cannot undo the past, all that i can do with the powers I have today, is help you heal yourself, and do you want to?”
Then Alina realized sometimes allowing another to take your hand is the beginning of a journey, too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening year, and honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around, sometimes we don’t recognize them and other times we abuse them, but each time they have the potential to turn a life around.
Alina wonder, as touch has a memory, could she kill it and be free?
Aaron smiled, as if he could read his little sister’s smile, “No, my child, killing will not help, we learn to confront, accept and forgive that is the only way to heal.”