"There you go....! They started it all over again!" Drew groaned, "Why me?!"
Emma smiled. She knew he hated that nonsense. "You act as if the sky was falling on your head!" she told him.
"You don't get it, Emma," he said, as he shot her a glance. "You don't know but it feels bad..."
Emma raised her brows. "Don't tell me that, Drew. I deal with it all the time."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, i do." This was a statement. He didn't know half the things going on inside Emma then. "And you can deal with it, if you like."
"Like?" he retorted. "LIKE?! Emma, this is not my choice!"
"It is, Drew. Let me show you how I handle it..."
She gazed around in the air. Drew followed her gaze. She made a sudden movement, like grasping something invisible in air. She presented her closed fist before Drew.
"What do you think is in it?" she asked him. She knew what he'd answer-- science people were easy to predict.
"Air," he answered. Emma smiled.
"And what's in the air?" she went on.
"Atoms," he answered, "and molecules." Emma smiled again. He was making it simpler. Now was her time to strike.
"Each particle moves, right?" she asked him. He nodded.
"So each particle has some energy. And a tremendous amount of it, if you consider their size."
Drew creased his brows. He wasn't able to figure out where this was going. Emma grinned, and waved her fist in air. "Now watch this," she said.
She blew into her closed fist through one end. Then, slowly and gracefully, like handling some spell, she released the contents of her closed fist over his heart.
"There!" she exclaimed. "I just transferred their energy to your heart. Can you feel it throbbing?!"
And Drew rolled his eyes disbelievingly at Emma.
-----*----*-----*-----
"MAMMA!" she cried. "LOOK AT THIS!"
Little Dorothy was limping up the steps leading from the ground to the stands, her knee bleeding. It was their Annual Sports Meet.
"Mamma!" she shouted, and ran into Emma's waiting arms. Emma hugged her lovingly. "You were great in the jump, Doe!" she exclaimed. "Yeah, but look at this, Mamma!" Doe said, pointing at her knee. "How will I participate in the next race?!" "Come," Emma said, picking her up, "We'll clean it up. It'll be fine."
"Mamma," Dorothy began again, as Emma cleaned he wound with antiseptic. Emma nodded. "I have't yet won a prize."
Emma looked up at her. "So what?!" she asked, and smiled.
"And I won't, either."
Emma creased her brows. "Why?" she asked, "Of course you will!"
"With a broken leg?" Dorothy retorted, "It hurts, Mamma! How can I run when my leg pains so much??"
The question seemed to bore through Emma. Memories hit her hard like hailstones. She smiled.
"Come here, Doe," she said, pulling Dorothy by the hand. "I'll show you some magic."
She led Dorothy away from the crowd, into a corner of the stands. There she knelt in front of her. Even now, she towered a bit over the little four-year old.
"Watch this," Emma told her.
She eyed the air, as if looking for something. She felt Dorothy follow her gaze. She made a swipe in the air, like she'd caught something wonderful in her hand.
She held her closed fist right under Dorothy's nose. "What do you think is in it?" she asked her.
"It seems empty," said Dorothy.
"Are you sure??" Emma pressed on.
Dorothy turned her face thoughtful, the one she made while solving a relatively difficult homework problem.
"You said air enters everywhere," Dorothy said at last. Emma smiled encouragingly, and nodded. "There's gaps in your fist," said Dorothy, pointing out, "Here-- and here-- and here."
Emma nodded again.
"So there's air in your fist?" Dorothy asked.
Emma grinned. "Yes," she said. "And it's made up of thousands of particles. So small you can't see them."
"Really??" Dorothy said, her eyes widening.
"Yes!" Emma answered, "And each moves at a tremendous speed! Which means--"
"They've got lots of energy!" Dorothy interjected. Emma nodded again.
"Watch this, now."
She blew into her closed fist through one end. Then, slowly and gracefully, like handling some spell, she released the contents of her closed fist over her heart.
"There!" she exclaimed. "I just transferred their energy to your heart. Can you feel it throbbing?!"
"Yeah!" Dorothy answered. "Wow!"
"Now try jumping up and down," Emma said, "Remember, you have the air's energy with you!"
And Emma watched her lovingly as she jumped, delighted. She watched her run the race, and even get the second place. As Emma stood up to applaud Dorothy, she noticed that her father was missing all this.
He came at last, as Dorothy waved her trophy to the crowd.
"How come Doe has her knee bruised?!" Drew asked.
"She fell," Emma answered, as she moved her gaze from her daughter to her husband.
"And she ran with that?!" he exclaimed, "HOW!!??"
Emma smiled at him. "Just a fistful of magic...!" she told him.
Emma smiled. She knew he hated that nonsense. "You act as if the sky was falling on your head!" she told him.
"You don't get it, Emma," he said, as he shot her a glance. "You don't know but it feels bad..."
Emma raised her brows. "Don't tell me that, Drew. I deal with it all the time."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, i do." This was a statement. He didn't know half the things going on inside Emma then. "And you can deal with it, if you like."
"Like?" he retorted. "LIKE?! Emma, this is not my choice!"
"It is, Drew. Let me show you how I handle it..."
She gazed around in the air. Drew followed her gaze. She made a sudden movement, like grasping something invisible in air. She presented her closed fist before Drew.
"What do you think is in it?" she asked him. She knew what he'd answer-- science people were easy to predict.
"Air," he answered. Emma smiled.
"And what's in the air?" she went on.
"Atoms," he answered, "and molecules." Emma smiled again. He was making it simpler. Now was her time to strike.
"Each particle moves, right?" she asked him. He nodded.
"So each particle has some energy. And a tremendous amount of it, if you consider their size."
Drew creased his brows. He wasn't able to figure out where this was going. Emma grinned, and waved her fist in air. "Now watch this," she said.
She blew into her closed fist through one end. Then, slowly and gracefully, like handling some spell, she released the contents of her closed fist over his heart.
"There!" she exclaimed. "I just transferred their energy to your heart. Can you feel it throbbing?!"
And Drew rolled his eyes disbelievingly at Emma.
-----*----*-----*-----
"MAMMA!" she cried. "LOOK AT THIS!"
Little Dorothy was limping up the steps leading from the ground to the stands, her knee bleeding. It was their Annual Sports Meet.
"Mamma!" she shouted, and ran into Emma's waiting arms. Emma hugged her lovingly. "You were great in the jump, Doe!" she exclaimed. "Yeah, but look at this, Mamma!" Doe said, pointing at her knee. "How will I participate in the next race?!" "Come," Emma said, picking her up, "We'll clean it up. It'll be fine."
"Mamma," Dorothy began again, as Emma cleaned he wound with antiseptic. Emma nodded. "I have't yet won a prize."
Emma looked up at her. "So what?!" she asked, and smiled.
"And I won't, either."
Emma creased her brows. "Why?" she asked, "Of course you will!"
"With a broken leg?" Dorothy retorted, "It hurts, Mamma! How can I run when my leg pains so much??"
The question seemed to bore through Emma. Memories hit her hard like hailstones. She smiled.
"Come here, Doe," she said, pulling Dorothy by the hand. "I'll show you some magic."
She led Dorothy away from the crowd, into a corner of the stands. There she knelt in front of her. Even now, she towered a bit over the little four-year old.
"Watch this," Emma told her.
She eyed the air, as if looking for something. She felt Dorothy follow her gaze. She made a swipe in the air, like she'd caught something wonderful in her hand.
She held her closed fist right under Dorothy's nose. "What do you think is in it?" she asked her.
"It seems empty," said Dorothy.
"Are you sure??" Emma pressed on.
Dorothy turned her face thoughtful, the one she made while solving a relatively difficult homework problem.
"You said air enters everywhere," Dorothy said at last. Emma smiled encouragingly, and nodded. "There's gaps in your fist," said Dorothy, pointing out, "Here-- and here-- and here."
Emma nodded again.
"So there's air in your fist?" Dorothy asked.
Emma grinned. "Yes," she said. "And it's made up of thousands of particles. So small you can't see them."
"Really??" Dorothy said, her eyes widening.
"Yes!" Emma answered, "And each moves at a tremendous speed! Which means--"
"They've got lots of energy!" Dorothy interjected. Emma nodded again.
"Watch this, now."
She blew into her closed fist through one end. Then, slowly and gracefully, like handling some spell, she released the contents of her closed fist over her heart.
"There!" she exclaimed. "I just transferred their energy to your heart. Can you feel it throbbing?!"
"Yeah!" Dorothy answered. "Wow!"
"Now try jumping up and down," Emma said, "Remember, you have the air's energy with you!"
And Emma watched her lovingly as she jumped, delighted. She watched her run the race, and even get the second place. As Emma stood up to applaud Dorothy, she noticed that her father was missing all this.
He came at last, as Dorothy waved her trophy to the crowd.
"How come Doe has her knee bruised?!" Drew asked.
"She fell," Emma answered, as she moved her gaze from her daughter to her husband.
"And she ran with that?!" he exclaimed, "HOW!!??"
Emma smiled at him. "Just a fistful of magic...!" she told him.
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