Spread your wings (Completed)

Chapter Eight

*Sunday* I woke up this morning with a headache, and I didn't understand where it came from. I recounted the memories of last night, and realized how much of a good time Amy and I had. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Next, I pulled my clothes off to take a shower.

After I showered and dried myself off, I slipped my house shoes on. Then I walked to my room and sat on the bed. Looking at the floor, I spoke a silent prayer to God. When I got up, I shuffled over to my closet and searched through it for something nice to wear. I came across a burgundy sweater dress, it's perfect for this weather, I thought. Slipping the dress over my head, I put my feet into my black loafers.

My mom and Dad greeted me as I came into the kitchen. "Morning". I looked around, wondering why there wasn't any food on the stove. "No breakfast?" I asked looking directly at my mom. "No honey, your dad didn't tell you?" She asked. "Tell me what?" I looked lost. "We're fasting today," she responded. "Why?" I asked irritated. "For those that are in need," my dad spoke up. "Can't we just pray on their behalf?" I asked. "We're fasting, end of discussion. I let the conversation go, because I knew better than to question my Dad.

Piling into the car, we headed off to church. When we arrived, there were people already parked and waiting. My dad got out and unlock the church. The church member filed into the church one after the other. I waited patiently and went in after they did. My dad said a prayer first, then the choir begin to sing.

"Savior I come, quiet my soul, Remember...
Redemption til where your blood was spilled, for my ransom.
"Everything I once held dear, I count it all as lost.
Lead me to the cross, where your love poured out,
Bring me to my knees, Lord I lay me down,
Rid me of myself, I belong to you....

The continued singing their usual lead me to the cross song, and I swayed and sung along. As much as they sung it, I begin to grow to like the song.

When the choir finished singing, I could hear my stomach growling. I begin to say a quiet prayer within myself. Focusing back on the service, my dad stood up to preach. I couldn't focus on the sermon due to my stomach. I mean, I have fast before, but I literally felt like I hadn't eaten anything in a good week.

Finally, church was over and we all said goodbye.

My dad encouraged everyone to fast with us either today or tomorrow. As an announcement at the last minute, we begin taking our time to head to the car. It seemed like everybody wanted to talk to my parents, or maybe I'm just so hungry I was feeling that way.

When we made it home, I went to my room to prepare my clothes for school. "Riley," come and eat ! Immediately, I stopped and dropped everything to go see what my mom had cooked. The food smelled so good from what I could smell from the hall. As I entered the kitchen, I felt like my feet were glued to the floor. I stood there astonished, my mom had cooked some roast potatoes and corn and for dessert a chocolate mud cake. I must've been like a homeless person, I had no mercy on the food. I ate and ate until I felt full to the max, then I had enough room to get some dessert into me. Sitting there feeling full, before I knew it my feet were moving toward the bathroom. Apparently, I had to drop my kids off for a swim, if you know what I mean. By the time I was finished, I needed another shower.

I walked down the hall, and thanked my mom for the wonderful meal. Kissing my mom and hugging my dad. We watched a movie on hallmark, then talked awhile. Then I started yawning, causing everyone else to yawn,too. I was tired, and I couldn't fight sleep any longer. So, I got up to go to sleep, "Goodnight". "Goodnight," they said simultaneously.