I Am A Special Day

1380 WordsDec 2, 20156 Pages
Usually, Charity lay in bed a few minutes moaning, groaning, and stretching before getting up- she hated getting out of bed in the mornings; however, knowing that something special was going to happen that day, she sprang out of bed like a jackrabbit ready to go. She felt that it was going to be a special day, but also had a nagging pain in her innards that foretold a warning of some sort; a premonition that everything was not as it seemed. Hesitating a moment, she stopped mid-stride to question her thoughts before going into the kitchen to start breakfast. Her grandparents always said that she had the “gift of knowing,” the same as her grandmother, Mi’ thebe, had. Mi’ thebe was a Cherokee name that in English meant Shadowy Moon. After stoking the fire, she put a few slices of bacon in a frying pan and set it on the grate above the fire then stepped outside the old, log cabin to go to the toilet. Taking a deep breath of the cool, fresh mountain air, Charity then stretched her back, leaning from side to side to remove the stiffness she felt from sleeping in her not so comfortable bed. Her cot consisted of a straw-ticked mattress atop a wooden bunk that seemed to become flatter each year as she grew older. Her grandfather had built the log cabin some fifty-odd years earlier as a wedding gift for her grandmother, Mi’ thebe. The bunk and mattress had been made for the girl-child that came along some fifteen years after they wed. The girl-child was Charity‘s mother, Gige’sdi.

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