Emma Harvan
Dec 19th, 2002, 11:57:44 AM
They were completely opposite. While one was tall, the other was oh so very short. The tall one was dark haired, dark eyed, tanned. The small one was bright and smiling with a head full of golden curls and enormous blue eyes that sparkled at every new sight and every old one. They were mother and daughter. The little girl wiggled in her seat. Her mother smiled.
"Emma sit still. I've got t' talk t' y'."
Emma stopped squirming and smiled. She looked at her mother.
"Waitaminute. I got t' show y' somthin' Mama. Look!"
She held up one of her small chubby hands and with the other, pointed at each of her fingers.
"One, two, free, four, free!"
Her mother laughed and took the small hand in her own.
"Five Emma. Five comes after four."
The little Emma, barely four, looked dissapointed.
"Oh. Five. I like four better."
Again her mother laughed, but this time there were tears in her eyes.
"Now Em, Lass, Mama has t' talk t' y'. D' y' remember why we're here?"
Emma nodded.
"I'm gonna play."
Her mother nodded, smiling sadly.
"Aye, tha's right. Mama's got t' go home f'r a wee bit and y' get t' stay here and play, lucky girl."
The child grew very serious.
"Y're goin' to help with the fightin' aren't you Mama?"
"Aye."
Emma pounted and slammed her hand on the table.
"But y' said that fightin' was bad! Y' said we should use our nice words!"
The woman sighed and nodded.
"Aye, I said that and don't y' ever forget it. But somtimes Emma, sometimes people got t' fight. I do, and y'r Da does, but not you. You get t' play."
Emma let out a big breath and nodded. She smiled then and the matter was dismissed from her four-year-old self. Her mother had tears on her face and the child put a hand on her cheek.
"Mama? Why'r y' cryin? D' y' want t' stay and play too?"
Her mother chuckled and pulled the hand away, wiping her eyes.
"Aye dear heart. I want t' play with y' forever and ever. But I have t' go now. Just for a wee bit. Stay here. Don't go anywhere else."
Emma nodded and her mother rose from the booth, where they had been sitting. With a last look at her daughter, the young mother walked to the door, murmering reasurrances to herself.
"She'll b' safe here. Safe here."
And then she was gone. Emma however was quite content to sit at the table, looking at different things. Her head barely topped the tabletop but she felt quite grownup sitting there. And never had she seen so many different types of people! It was better than the park. Soon though, she grew restless and started to swing her feet.
thu-bump. th-bump. thu-bump.
Emma sighed and started to sing about monsters and Uncle Trey and a sunshiney day all rolled into one.
"Aaaaaand the monster canna hurt y'..... 'Cause Un-cal Trey is here.... And it's a sunny, shiny daaaaaay.... in the wat'r...."
"Emma sit still. I've got t' talk t' y'."
Emma stopped squirming and smiled. She looked at her mother.
"Waitaminute. I got t' show y' somthin' Mama. Look!"
She held up one of her small chubby hands and with the other, pointed at each of her fingers.
"One, two, free, four, free!"
Her mother laughed and took the small hand in her own.
"Five Emma. Five comes after four."
The little Emma, barely four, looked dissapointed.
"Oh. Five. I like four better."
Again her mother laughed, but this time there were tears in her eyes.
"Now Em, Lass, Mama has t' talk t' y'. D' y' remember why we're here?"
Emma nodded.
"I'm gonna play."
Her mother nodded, smiling sadly.
"Aye, tha's right. Mama's got t' go home f'r a wee bit and y' get t' stay here and play, lucky girl."
The child grew very serious.
"Y're goin' to help with the fightin' aren't you Mama?"
"Aye."
Emma pounted and slammed her hand on the table.
"But y' said that fightin' was bad! Y' said we should use our nice words!"
The woman sighed and nodded.
"Aye, I said that and don't y' ever forget it. But somtimes Emma, sometimes people got t' fight. I do, and y'r Da does, but not you. You get t' play."
Emma let out a big breath and nodded. She smiled then and the matter was dismissed from her four-year-old self. Her mother had tears on her face and the child put a hand on her cheek.
"Mama? Why'r y' cryin? D' y' want t' stay and play too?"
Her mother chuckled and pulled the hand away, wiping her eyes.
"Aye dear heart. I want t' play with y' forever and ever. But I have t' go now. Just for a wee bit. Stay here. Don't go anywhere else."
Emma nodded and her mother rose from the booth, where they had been sitting. With a last look at her daughter, the young mother walked to the door, murmering reasurrances to herself.
"She'll b' safe here. Safe here."
And then she was gone. Emma however was quite content to sit at the table, looking at different things. Her head barely topped the tabletop but she felt quite grownup sitting there. And never had she seen so many different types of people! It was better than the park. Soon though, she grew restless and started to swing her feet.
thu-bump. th-bump. thu-bump.
Emma sighed and started to sing about monsters and Uncle Trey and a sunshiney day all rolled into one.
"Aaaaaand the monster canna hurt y'..... 'Cause Un-cal Trey is here.... And it's a sunny, shiny daaaaaay.... in the wat'r...."