Northstar Vale wine drop

it was a long story. one of great importance to her mother and the life her mother lived before her. such an odd thought! to think things happened before her own existence.

a family, sprawling and wide. aunt and cousins plenty. siblings mingled about too. zosime did not speak on how wonderful it sounded. how she thought hayida might be right! oh, how she wished to meet these faces. lost to the traveling sands and turning of time.

but there was sadness laced in. brothers above sisters in all ways, not just by order of birth! a father who did not love a daughter. her mother.

a father who gave away that daughter for displays of water. a daughter who had been traded into that place that seemed to be a sense of hurt. akashingo. the place with the pharaoh. the place where a daughter of a sprawling family had become a slave to those who seemingly continued long lines of hurt.

zosime did not have words for any of this. for the great explosion of feelings in her for all her mother had seen. in places and times that zosime could never understand. for epoch was of peace and paradise. not once had she ever thought her father did not love her, or that her brother may be above her.

i am sorry, mama. it was all she could manage as she softly cried.

this time not for herself, but for her mother.