April 10, 1988 – Easter Night
Tonight was Easter. Everyone was so happy and saying “Christ is Risen!” and lighting candles and hugging. The church smelled like melting wax, flowers and smoke. It was really pretty.
At midnight, the big bells went BONG BONG BONG I felt them thump in my tummy! Then fireworks POP POP in the sky, red, gold, green! Like lots of sparkles! Everyone looked up and smiled. I did too. But only a little.
I tried to be happy because I love Jesus. I really do. He’s kind and gentle, and He came back after dying, and that’s the biggest miracle ever!
But inside, I felt all weird and super quiet...
I held my candle and watched the flame dance, and I thought about my Alex. I miss him all the time. He was so tiny. He always ran to me when he was scared... He would’ve loved the fireworks. I hope he can see them from heaven.
And I thought about Ettie... I kept looking at the church doors, even though I knew she wouldn't walk in. But I still looked. I kept thinking… maybe if I pray hard enough... maybe she’ll come back too. Like Jesus did.
I should have never left that camp. I didn't know she had followed me into the forest. If I hadn’t run away, Ettie would still be here with me...
Me and Ettie picked the names Jane and Ettie 'cause our real names, Janene and Janette, sounded almost the same, and everybody kept getting us mixed up. We found it kinda funny. It was our special thing, just for us, like our own way of being different... even if others started using the names too later on... but now that she is gone, I don’t want to be called Jane anymore... I think I just want to be Janene again... My real name.
I whispered to Jesus, “Thank You for coming back. I love You so much.” Then I asked, “Please find Ettie or at least hug her for me, wherever she is.” I hope that’s okay.
I didn’t cry. I almost did, but I kept it inside, like a little raincloud. I think I’ll try to sleep now. My candle’s almost gone.
Janene Miles / A Campfire Tale © Fairloke
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