August's Letters

sometimes with new opertunity, comes pain. Change isn't always comforting... but somewhere beyond the discomfort, we find fulfillment.

Autom has reached us. Yet again filling us with new and differient ideas, feelings and emotions.

Happy birthday was sung loud as the spirit of a boy becoming a man was celibrated.

Exaution filled the proud heart of the who prepaired this celibration. Though the young boy had never known his biological family, he had always called Emma Grandma; and she was so proud of her grandson. 

 

As the sun started to set, she watched the young lad opening his many gifts. A pain entered her heart. Ah, let him enjoy the moment she thought. 

 

She turned and saw the aunt of the young boy aproch her.  

"Emma?" The tall slinder woman called out.

"Dian, I don't want to hear it right now. It's his birthday for god's sake of the child's soul!"

"Emma! Don't envolve God in this! It is not His fault. You've got to tell him."

"I will dam it! And you tell me the almighty had nothing to do with this boy and i'll insult everything you stand for and through you out of my house!"

"Emma; darling. I'm just saying, you've managed to keep it from him this long, you've got to tell him the truth. He will resent you if you in his later years if you don't. And you can't keep sometihng like this a secret forever."

Emma nodded her head and apeared to be listening.

"Okay Dianna. I  know. Thank you."

"Good girl!" Dianna waved and be-bopped off of the property.

Little did anyone know that Emma did have a secret. A very deep secret that she did indeed intend to hold tight, not even to be revealield after her death.

 

She let out a caugh. "Hm." she thought. "which might not be long now".