She Holds Up the Stars

She Holds Up the Stars — page 3
2 Sandra Laronde Misko was now 12 and had grown so much The woman reached out her wrinkled hands first placing them on Misko’s shoulders and then gently touching her cheek It was the same cheek that still seemed to sting from the months-old slap After it had happened Misko was surprised there was no red hand imprinted on her face Right now in front of her grandmother she instinctively sucked in the air between her teeth She had developed this strange habit since the slap her breath getting caught in her throat whenever she thought of that troubling time or anything stressful for that matter Here you are Little Chickadee you’re such a big girl now her grandmother murmured And Misko relaxed a little recognizing her childhood nickname and Kokum’s soft voice A pot was on the stove with a stew waiting to be heated She saw two bowls and a loaf of bread on the counter Thank you Kokum I didn’t feel like eating on the bus Misko liked that she was now old enough to take this trip alone but the night of the slap was still very much in her memory She was feeling a little nervous but had said nothing to Auntie Madeleine Of course I’m sure Misko had said I’m not a baby Definitely not a baby anymore Auntie Madeleine had sighed Still baby or not Auntie Madeleine arranged for the bus driver to watch over Misko and to make sure that she sat