A Good Day
The sound of Hannah working in the kitchen always woke the young Beth, in previous years this was the sound of a happy home, ready to start the day with energy, as Jo used to say. That belonged to the past, the girl had a hard time admitting it when she heard the sound of rubbing sticks in the chamber of the stove, Oh, what she would give to feel that his body had the strength to feed the stove! Mix the bread dough had never seemed sweeter than now, when her hands got cold insensibly, when her chest ached intermittently, when her shoulders had fallen under the weight of the shawl...
Her fingers, trembling, came together under her virginal and young breast, as birds that seek the company of their own in the shelter of the rocks of the mountain...
"O, good Lord, help me..." murmured, closing her eyes, fighting back the tears, stifling the bitter rebellion against a sweet life to which she clung with all her might.
The dark storm slowly faded despair whilst a vague feeling and luminous reminded her of the time when she was young and his father stroked her head and comforted her terrible fear of the huge world that was opening before her. That feeling always made her think that the Heavenly Father comforted her to the test that every human being has to pass before entering the Promised Land, a land of delights and pleasures, but scary because is unknown.
The birds sang their song in the window, as saying: Rejoice, small one, God has given us one day and that day is Today. When thinking about the chirping, Beth realized her tremendous ingratitude. The house vibrated with life once more, bathed in warm sunshine, the sound of the footsteps of Marmee in her room, the heat radiated from the kitchen. All was life and invited her to not think about what was going to leave behind, but on what she must take now.
Slowly, as her body's restricted her speed, she got out of bed, cold water washed her sadness away and her fingers braided that fine hair that was becoming thinner over time, but her smile in the mirror proclaimed her gratitude to God in heaven, for He gave her one more day to love and be loved, one more chance to be useful and to serve those who love her in this Earth.
With trembling hand, Beth tied the ribbons of her apron before heading to the stairs, her feet, light as a feather, made less noise than a cat's footfalls on the old steps. The kitchen, bright and warm, had never seemed more beautiful to her young heart.
"Good morning, Hannah," the girl greeted, putting your weight on the door jamb. "How can I help you today?"
"God's Goodness!" The old Hannah cried, the milk mixture to glaze the bread slipped from his hands and struck the table with a dull thud. "Do not frighten me so, child!"
Beth smiled and moved toward the table, her frail hand took a rag and cleaned the mixture before it dries and embed itself into the wood.
"And to what we owe the honor, sweetness?" Hannah asked, wiping her hands on her apron.
"Because I know that today will be a great day..."
The old servant looked at that almost emaciated girl, who smiled sweetly in whose eyes shone the serene faith of an innocent child. She could not stop her calloused hands before they took that angel head and leaned it against her breast, hugging her, knowing that soon she would not have the pleasure of doing it.
"God bless you, child."