Slush (5 minute free write)

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All I can see is slush, the kind that sticks to your hands and the kind that will take eternity to wash off. I have to power through this every single day, it is not easy, it is not something that I wish to do, but it is something that I have been destined to do all my life.

Ever since I first encounter this slush, I have felt a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny. I wish that it could be easier, that I could just enjoy the sun again. But alas, that is how life is. As I wake up in the middle of the night to deal with the slush while the world sleeps. I know that I am making a difference.

I gently wake my daughter, she stirs lightly in her sleep. I did not want her to see this, I would prefer if she could sleep soundly without any disturbance. Daddy is going to clean the slush now, I say to her. She covers her nose and turns away I turn back facing another pair of eyes, looking up at me. The adorable pair of pearls that pierces through my soul and slowly a smile appears. An innocent smile that almost hides a cruel smirk which says...

"I am sorry daddy, but it's your turn to this."

I gave out a sigh as I slowly take out my youngest daughter's diaper and I started cleaning the slush out of it.

I love fatherhood.