[ WP ] A man pushes an empty swing .

A swing. That's all it has been for a long time now. I do n't remember when the first time I pushed the little girl on the swing. That's right. The first time I met her. 
 
 She was alone and afraid. I let her into my house, and gave her something to drink, comforted her. I told her we'd get her back to her parents. After a time, we found a swingset. I did n't know there was a playground in this neighborhood. 
 
 I told her whenever I was afraid about something when I was her age, about six, I would always go to the swingset by my house. Pushing her on that swing, the minutes and hours went by. I was at the most peace that I've felt since my wife died. Her parents found her, and left me, alone. 
 
 The next day her parents' corpses were found dead in a wreck. 
 
 An orphanage took her in. Every day, I went there and started pushing her on that swingset. She cried herself to sleep that day, and for a week after. She did n't want any visitors, save me. Pushing her on that swing. I offered to adopt her, and she said yes. Mr. Swing. 
 
 Ten years flew by. Eventually she got too big for that swing to really hold her, but we used it anyway. Pushing her on that swing. The day of her graduation. She said I was the best person she'd ever met, and would never forget me. I told her not to make up her mind yet, there were many more people to meet in the sixty or so years left in her life. 
 
 Five days later, she was found dead in a plane wreck going to university. 
 
 And that's the story of why I keep pushing her on that swing.
