HatchA Story by GlamGirlDon't stop believin'I watched her big brown eyes sparkle in the early morning sun. “Do you think it’s going to happen today Mommy?” “I don’t know, sweetie.” I said. She ran her finger over the long crack in the pale white shell. She had found this egg in an abandoned nest over month ago. Being the animal lover that she is, she persuaded me to buy an incubator for it. It wasn’t cheap, but it was worth it. We had been waking up very early every morning to see if it had hatched. A few days ago, a crack formed in the shell. Now she never takes her eyes off of it. “Come downstairs for breakfast, honey.” “Oh…mommy… can I please stay up here?”
I gave her the what-do-you-think look, and she reluctantly dragged herself downstairs. She quickly gulped down her cereal and yogurt, and sprinted back to the incubator. I stayed downstairs to do the dishes. My husband walked in, and he just shook his head at me. “Dear, you know that darn egg is never going to hatch.” “You never know.” “Yes, I do. You shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up.” he argued. “It’s a good experience for her! She loves animals.” “Exactly. It will break her little heart when the egg never hatches. We should probably throw it out before it rots.” “Just give it a few more weeks. I know something’s going to happen.” “Whatever you say, honey.” Just then, we heard a bloodcurdling scream come from upstairs. We looked at each other for a split second, and then ran to the second floor. “Mommy! Daddy!” she was screaming over and over again. We rushed into her room, with the phone ready to call 911. She was lying on the floor, crying. “Baby! What’s the matter? Are you hurt? Why are you crying?” “I dunno!” she sobbed, covering her face with her hands. “Are you okay?” my husband interrupted. She nodded, and sniffed. She looked up at us and smiled a huge smile. “What is it?” She pointed to her windowsill, where the incubator was. The white shell was cracked into several pieces. In it’s place, a peeping yellow chick. She looked at us again, and started laughing. “His name is Bob.” © 2011 GlamGirlAuthor's Note
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Added on July 18, 2011Last Updated on July 18, 2011 AuthorGlamGirlVTAbout17, competitive dancer, musician, runner, general dork. I used to post a lot a few years ago, and I've found some interest again through a poetry class I am taking at school. Looking forward to pos.. more..Writing
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