Abba’s Visit

I am joining with Kate Motaung for Five Minute Friday. The goal is to write for five minutes about a word. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

Today’s prompt is:

Abba’s Visit

The little girl daily wondered, “Am I safe? Will everything really be okay?”

She kept being told things were okay but it didn’t feel okay. Would she be safe? She couldn’t stop thinking about this. She was scared and having a very hard time not being scared. No matter what they told her, she had a hard time feeling safe.

Little girl thought and thought about it, “If only I can please mama a little bit more. Maybe then everything would be okay. Yes, that’s it. If I can please mama perfectly, things will be okay.”

The little girl tried and tried to do everything right. It still didn’t seem to work. The storm never seemed to end, until one day.

Little girl was playing a game when mama came up to her in a rage. Mama’s hand was raised. Her right hand was above her head about to come down on the little girl.

Then Abba stepped in, right behind mama and pulled her arm back before it descended on little girl. Abba came just in time and stopped mama in her tracks. That was an amazing day for mama and for little girl.

Mama didn’t know what had happened that day but she never hit little girl again after that. She’d get angry sometimes but she would step back and be able to stop herself from entering the storm of rage that had been her standard response for so many years.

Little girl saw Abba step in that day. Mama just knew something had changed. Something had changed in every way for little girl and mama. Mama began to love little girl and care for her in a way she hadn’t before.

Little girl had hoped in Abba for years. Abba finally came to them. Little girl’s prayers to Abba were answered in just a moment.

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