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Emma lived in a modest home a quarter mile from Nathan., where she shared a bedroom with two younger sisters. It was quiet and cozy at night, and still warm enough that she could leave the window open in her room. The breeze crept easily through cornfields behind her house and they rustled and whispered under her window. The three girls were already in bed, but the door was still slightly open, a sliver of light working its way across the bare wooden floor. Her mother came in to tuck the girls in. The two younger ones had already fallen asleep and she kissed them softly on the head, but Emma was still awake, laying on her stomach and gazing out into the fields.
“Time for bed, you know. Did you get your clothes ready for tomorrow?” Emma nodded and pointed at the worn dress layed out. “Good. And I bet you didn’t wash up tonight either, so don’t think you’re getting out of it tomorrow.”
“I know Mama. Goodnight.” She reached up and hugged Mama around her neck. “Mama,” she said, letting go. “How do you know when you love somebody.”
“You mean how do I know I love you? Well, of course I love you. I always will.”
“No, not like that. I mean how did you know you were in love with Daddy.”
“Is someone here thinking about a certain boy?”
“No,” she giggled nervously. “I was just wondering.”
“Well when you’re in love with someone, you’ll just know. They’ll make you feel different.”
“Different like how?”
“Well,” she paused to think about it. “They’ll make you feel special. Like its only two of you in the whole world.” She smoothed a hand over Emma’s hair and kissed her on the forehead. “But little girls don’t need to worry about love. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” Emma pulled the covers over her mouth and nose, just enough to see over the top.
“Ok,” she sighed. “Night Mama.”
“Goodnight, Emma.” She shut the door and the sliver of light pulled back into the hallway.
II
Emma lived in a modest home a quarter mile from Nathan., where she shared a bedroom with two younger sisters. It was quiet and cozy at night, and still warm enough that she could leave the window open in her room. The breeze crept easily through cornfields behind her house and they rustled and whispered under her window. The three girls were already in bed, but the door was still slightly open, a sliver of light working its way across the bare wooden floor. Her mother came in to tuck the girls in. The two younger ones had already fallen asleep and she kissed them softly on the head, but Emma was still awake, laying on her stomach and gazing out into the fields.
“Time for bed, you know. Did you get your clothes ready for tomorrow?” Emma nodded and pointed at the worn dress layed out. “Good. And I bet you didn’t wash up tonight either, so don’t think you’re getting out of it tomorrow.”
“I know Mama. Goodnight.” She reached up and hugged Mama around her neck. “Mama,” she said, letting go. “How do you know when you love somebody.”
“You mean how do I know I love you? Well, of course I love you. I always will.”
“No, not like that. I mean how did you know you were in love with Daddy.”
“Is someone here thinking about a certain boy?”
“No,” she giggled nervously. “I was just wondering.”
“Well when you’re in love with someone, you’ll just know. They’ll make you feel different.”
“Different like how?”
“Well,” she paused to think about it. “They’ll make you feel special. Like its only two of you in the whole world.” She smoothed a hand over Emma’s hair and kissed her on the forehead. “But little girls don’t need to worry about love. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” Emma pulled the covers over her mouth and nose, just enough to see over the top.
“Ok,” she sighed. “Night Mama.”
“Goodnight, Emma.” She shut the door and the sliver of light pulled back into the hallway.
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