I am joining with katemotaung.com for Five Minute Friday. The goal is to write for five minutes about a word. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
The prompt is:
Abba’s Son, My Brother
I heard Abba calling my name from a distance and I ran and ran until I jumped right into his arms. I could hardly believe all he had done for me. He treated me like I was his first and his only child. He treated me like I was his favorite. In fact, I decided that his love was so awesome that it was enough for me and every other child. I wanted him to adopt more children so that we could all love each other and love Abba and have a big family.
He held me in his arms. We looked out at the rolling hills and the distant sea. It was all so beautiful. It felt like everything was perfect as Abba held me close. I knew I was safe in his arms.
“Little girl, I have a very important person I want you to meet. Would you like that?” Abba asked, knowing my eagerness to take in anything from Abba.
A grown-up man with an olive color complexion walked up to us. He was medium height and his hair was a sandy brown and shoulder length and he wore the most beautiful clothes. They were white and he wore brown sandals. His deep brown eyes peered at me and it felt like I was looking in Abba’s eyes. The same love I saw in Abba’s eyes was in his eyes. There was both a softness and a fierceness in his eyes and in his gaze as he looked at me. He looked just like Abba.
“Little girl, this is my son. He’s been wanting to meet you for a very long time,” Abba said with a twinkle in his eye, filled with delight to introduce us.
Abba set me down and Abba’s son knelt down to my level. He put his hands out for me to take hold of. I couldn’t help but stare at his hands. They were dark like his complexion. They looked used and abused. I hadn’t seen hands that looked like this before. They seemed much older than he looked. Then I saw something I’d never seen on anyone’s hands before. There were deep scars the same place on each hand near his wrists. The scars looked ancient, and it seemed that the wounds that caused the scars must have been terrible.
I felt so sad for a moment and then I looked back into his eyes. I could feel his love for me the same way I’d felt Abba’s love for me soon after I came to his house. I knew this man who was my older brother loved me a lot. I had waited for so long to meet one of my siblings so I was overjoyed to meet him. I also felt this sadness for him. I didn’t understand why but something about him made me feel so sad.
“Are you hungry? Would you like to eat with us now?” Abba asked, decidedly breaking through the thoughts and emotions I had begun to feel for my brother I had just met.
“Yes! I’m so hungry and so happy to be with both of you!”
The thoughts of sadness left quickly as I anticipated eating with Abba and his son. I was so happy to finally meet my brother.