Essence Of Life

Spirit of The Flame

I put the song in at the top and it finally worked!!!!! Anyway please enjoy the story with music.
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The cold isn't as it was before, but still cold nonetheless. I when grab the second match and light it. This flame is both bigger and provided more heat. It's still cold, but I can hardly feel it. The bright light of the flame didn't take me back as far as the first. It took me back to just a few months ago.
It's early fall and it's my seventh birthday, or at least that's what Grandma Fern says. We haven't had much money since daddy died, but even if mama had survived the accident no one would higher her. All because of how she looked different. So they ridiculed mama and I.
I know in my heart that I won't get a gift. Only to be surprised when I see a white box on the coffee table with Grandma Fern sitting on floor next to it. Her long gray and black touches the floor behind her. Her eyes, (like mine color wise), are twinkling mischievously. Her copper skin is wrinkled and weathering with age.
I'm too shocked to move as she gets up and goes into the kitchen and brings out a little white plate. As she walks up to me singing happy birthday. I see that a green, yellow, pink cake that's not even the size of my palm. On it said in pink "Happy birthday Anita" with seven tiny white litten candles. I make a wish and my wish is that we make it another year. I then split the cake in half and I give Grandma Fern the bigger half. Grandma Fern then quickly scurrys across the room and sit down by the coffee table. That's how she tells what's next.
I make my way to the white box on the coffee table and curl up on the floor right beside it. I look to Grandma Fern then to the box, (silently asking her if it's mine). She understood my silent question. She showed me that with a nodd of her head and a wave of her hand. I then grab the white box and take off the lid.
As I lift the white box lid, I see a familiar red blanket. It's the blanket my mama used to carry around with her. She promised me that when I turn seven that she'd give it to me, but she not here. I look over to Grandma Fern with tears running
Down her old, (but young),face.
I didn't know that I was crying crying, until Grandma Fern got up and pulled me to her chest saying "It's ok". That my mama wouldn't want me to cry, but instead to be happy because we still have food and a roof over our heads. I cling to her as tight as I can get. While she Strokes my long red hair and sings me a song that's soft, sweet, and calming. I feel so safe that I wish it would never have to end, but then all the sudden I'm standing just a few feet in front of my house and it's on fire.
I was only out for a little while. I was out looking for a doctor because grandmother and was really sick, but when I came back I didn't need one because she was still in the house. Then the flame went out and I hear "Don't give up fighting". Then I'm back in the real world. I looked at the wide-open door and it's bringing in more snow and ice. I'm already knee-deep in snow and ice, but all I feel is a slight chill. Like back when I heard that my pregnant mama and also my father and big brother we're never coming home from the bear territory.
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What is that voice?
Why isn't she feeling cold?
What's going to happen to her?