Soul for a Parent's Love

Summary

When I was six, I found a pawnshop hidden behind my wardrobe.

The shopkeeper promised to grant any wish if I gave him something in return.

I traded my perfect report card for a hug from Mom.

My favorite new dress bought me a bedtime story read by Dad.

Soon, good grades and dresses were not enough.

The shopkeeper began demanding parts of my body instead.

My left eye bought a family dinner.

A pint of blood bought an afternoon of Mom picking me up from school.

A kidney bought one rare night of Dad tucking me in with a whispered, “Goodnight, my sweet girl.”