Tashayanna L Young

Feathers Turned Into Faith

She'd been on edge all night after my mothers picture mysteriously fell to the floor earlier that evening. When it happened, my grandmother immediately picked up the picture, clenched my hand as tight as she could, then began to pray. My grandmother was a praying woman, she prayed for her family each and every day. She wasn’t perfect by any means, but her faith was unwavering, and because of her faith and her prayers I will always believe that I’ve been encompassed by a hedge of protection my entire life. As my grandmother sat still and silent in her favorite chair with such anguish upon her face I could see the beautiful wrinkles of wisdom in her forehead so clear that I can see them till this day. After dinner and a bath, I lay awake in my bedroom awaiting my mothers return like I always did when she wasn’t home before dinner. My mother would do this a lot, for weeks on end sometimes even, but she would always come back. I really thought that this night would be like all the rest.