Let the soldiers be okay. Please watch over the innocent people. I paused. Thank you for Jay and Elliot. Please look after them both . And even though I knew theyâd hate it, I added, Please watch over my mum, and over Stella too. And me , I added as an afterthought. Thank you.
That was where my words ran out, so I opened my eyes and looked out into the dark. And I knew that something, someone, somewhere, had been listening to me, and I felt the most wonderful sense of peace.
AS SOON AS I woke up in the morning, I knew there was something exciting that I had to remember â and then it came to me. God was real! God was real, and I was going to get to know Him better. The knowledge lay in my heart, solid and radiant as a pearl. And the answer to a question that I hadnât asked presented itself with crystal certainty: I couldnât keep it a secret from Mum any longer. That was a lie, and it was wrong. I would have to tell her.
It was a Tim-and-Stella morning. As we walked, I waited for Stella to ask me about youth group, but she talked about other things â school stuff, her concert, the latest war news â as if she didnât want to know, as if she was determined to pretend it hadnât happened.
But all the time we were walking under the grey and golden sky, I was aware of a kind of glow inside me. As if God were watching me. What did He see? Oh, God , I prayed silently. Let me be the best person I can be; let me be perfect, for You.
âHello?â said Stella. âAre you even listening to me?â
âSorry,â I said hastily. But I wasnât listening, not really. Between my conversation with God, and rehearsing the conversation I was going to have with Mum when I got home, I didnât have much attention to spare for Stella.
âMum.â
âMm?â She didnât even look up from the paper.
âMum, I have to tell you,â I took a deep breath, âthat youth group you didnât want me to go to? I went.â
For a second Mum didnât say anything. She pressed her hands flat on the tabletop. Then she murmured something.
âSorry?â
âI said, turn it off .â
Her voice was jerky; I stumbled across the kitchen to switch off the radio, and stayed there, barricading myself behind a chair. There was a long pause. Maybe Mum was counting to ten before she spoke.
âAre you planning to go again?â
âYou told me I should make some new friends â¦â
âBelieve me, this is not what I had in mind!â
âWhatâs the big deal?â I said. âWhatâs your problem ? Just because youâre a scientist, I canât even think about religion? Because you donât believe in God, no one else is allowed to? Why shouldnât I explore my spirituality? Mish thinks itâs a great idea.â
Mum snorted. âMish would .â
Then I remembered. âMish said I should ask you why youâre so anti-religion.â
Mumâs face went white. âMish should mind her own business.â
Then I lost it. âYou are such a hypocrite! You canât control where I go. You canât control what friends I make, and you really canât control what I believe! Why donât you mind your own business?â
I stormed down the corridor and slammed my bedroom door. The lovely serenity of the morning had dissolved, like mist off the river. All that was left was hurt and rage. I tried to think, Dear God ⦠But I was too furious to pray.
There was a knock at the door.
âGo away!â I yelled.
âPlease, Bridie,â came Mumâs muffled voice. âWe need to talk.â
I scuffed my shoes on the floorboards, and then I got up and let her in. I sat on the edge of the bed with my arms folded, staring at the wall.
Mum pulled out my chair and sat down. There was silence.
âWell?â I said at last. âIâm going to be late for school.â
âYou can be late
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn