Umber (31.11 — Alice’s Story)
June 20, 2012 § 2 Comments
But when you were born, we noticed that you were unusually attracted to the statues in Saint Anthony’s church in Elm Creek. You started telling us what they were saying to you. This was too much for your father. And when his mother found out what was happening, the misguided woman convinced him that this was the work of the devil, that you were being possessed by demons, and that he had to save your soul by removing you from the evil influence of Catholicism. He actually banished me from our house–from my very own home!–until I agreed to forsake the religion of my ancestors and become a member of his family’s church instead. There was no artwork in that plain little church, and he hoped you would forget about the statues. I have to say that he believed he was doing the right thing, but I was so hurt and so angry that would have left him in an instant, except I could not abandon my children. So I stayed, and tried to keep your gift alive by telling you stories about miraculous lemon trees and the sun dancing in the sky, in the hopes that you would not lose your abilities. And look at you, darling, you figured most of it out already. Oh, Vera, honey, please don’t cry. It’s alright. It’s going to be fine.