I became slightly depressed knowing that the holiday was about to end. The familiar yet mundane life I left behind called me home. The creeping acceptance of the inevitable. The bittersweet. The realization that I actually did leave all my cares behind. For seven blissful days not once did I think about work nor my daughters situation! And on the evening of the last day aboard ship, I sat on the deck on the 11th floor, the weight of what I left behind settled on my shoulder and watched the sunset in the stormy sky leaning on me.
On a ship, you are never alone for long. Behind me I heard the shrill and bossy voice of an eight year old girl. That tone is known to mothers all over the world. This bossy woman-child sashayed to the rail and looked towards the setting sun. She turned and ignoring me, concentrated her remark behind me, "No! No! You stay right there!"
Around the corner of the laid out sun chairs, with a the canister of soda pressed to her tiny breast, came the two year old. She wore a simple pink empire line dress with a ruffle on the hem and around the sleeveless arm holes. Her hair was so short, and so wispy, the fairy hair of the very young. On the island , she must have had beads braided along the top. On her tiny feet were girly-girl pink sandals.
She stumbled and staggered in that run/walk normally associated with drunks and two year olds.
She stood along side her sister and got tippy toed.
"I see a dolphin", she cried out.
Her older and much more sophisticated sister rolled her eyes and informed her..."You can't see a dolphin! It's too dark"
Her mother appeared from the right and in a soft murmur told her youngest daughter that the dolphins were sleeping.
Little Pink handed her mom the soda container. Turning towards the sea and grabbing the rail she puffed out her chest and began calling loudly, at the top of her lungs.......
"DOLPHINS!! DOLPHINS WAKE UP!!"
It was my very favorite moment of the trip.
Sadness took a dive. He sleeps with the dolphins.