The Marriage Letter

Chapter one:

   "Mother" Essa called as she crossed the few stairs that led her into the parlor of her parents little cottage.
"Yes love??" Her mother answered coming out of the passage that led out the backyard.
She sighed and sat down rubbing her still gloves hands together. "Oh my poor baby!!  Ye must be very tired. Me had a feeling you were coming today" her mother cooed.

"Were ye perhaps in the cookshed?" Essa asked ,just noticing the apron around her waist. "Yes, I just happen to be cooking your favorite food. Mothers intuition ".

She eyed her mother. She was the perfect maiden, cropped auburn hair, sea blue eyes and a perfect figure but alas! The one thing that Essa hated about her mother was her loose mouth.
  She could never keep things Atween the two of them for too long. She was quite  loquacious.

"Where is papa? "she asked her mom.
"Oh ye father went out into town for some business. Now shoo and go get a shower, dinner should be ready by then" her mother said, grabbing her hands and shooing her out of the sitting room.

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       When Essa came down the stairs again, her father was back and was narrating how his trip went to her mother.

"Papa"she called and ran into his arms like a child. Her father was her best friend.
"My sweet Essa" he cooed into her hair. "How have ye been? "

"Good papa, good.  How was town?? Mama said you went there for business "
"Mind not yer mother, I only went to town to get a letter ".

"Hmm" Letters sent into town were usually official letters because everyone knew one another in their little village.

"Enough silly talk. Ricard go have  yerself a bath while Essa and I set the table".
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Sitting opposite her mother around the dinner table, Essa watched her mother open the covers and plates.

"Won't Ye wait for papa? " Essa asked her mother.
She rolled her eyes.  "Oh dear, your father hasn't the patience for that Essa ".

Essa giggled. Her father wasn't a very patient person and when she was younger, she's seen her papa break several ceramics just because they wouldn't open on time.

"You know I heard that Yesha" her father called from the stairs that led upstairs.
"Oh my,  isn't that so touching now? " her mother replied sarcastically.

"I'd advise you tame that tongue my dear..? "her father bit back playfully. "Or what..?? " her mother taunts.
Essa giggled again enjoying her parents playful banter.

It made her miss home but as a grown up maiden, she had to fend for herself and not live off her parents . But she made sure she came home as often as she could. She laughed throughout dinner 

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*Authoress note.
Yesha here is pronounced  yee-sha.
And I'm sooo sorry about not posting this sooner, but I have now.

Love:Rochelle.