Angel Baker
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Hidden Within
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, or at least that’s what the elders say. I have no memories of the valley without them. I can recall memories of their silhouettes blocking out the sun on occasion and memories of chasing their shadows across the field as they flew high overhead. I have always been fascinated by them, more than my mother liked. I got in trouble many times for being far too curious. Most people avoided dragons, even feared them to a point. This was not so with me, I thought they were magnificent creatures, they appeared so noble and graceful to me. People thought I was strange that I held no fear of the dragons, and yet my respect for them was far greater than other peoples. It’s hard to fear something or someone who has saved your life. It’s something I have spoken to no one of, the day that I was given the gift of a second chance. It was a foraging day for us. Mother and I woke early as was normal on foraging days. This way we could complete all the morning chores and pack food to take with us for a midday meal. I loved foraging days. It meant we were outside in the woods all day, and sometimes we would even meet up with other women and children. I had been sent near the river to the section of pecan trees to gather fallen pecans. My mother knows I love to watch the river flowing and listen to the water as it goes on its journey, so she always directs me to somewhere near the water on foraging day.
By Angel Baker 4 years ago in Fiction
Momma now I know….
Hey Momma, It's Mother's Day again, and as always on this day, you are never far from my heart. Every single Mother's day for the last 5 years or more, I have tried to write this letter. I wish I could tell you in person. I wish I had told you sooner.
By Angel Baker 4 years ago in Families
