Telling the Truth...

Fonce had noticed the bruise... and everything spilled out of my mouth including the small fib I had told my parents.. his words were wiser than my thoughts.. and so I set off to correct a wrong before it went to far..

I found my parents at their wagons.. sitting next to each other working on a project.. When I approached.. my father looked at my face and his eyes turned downward.. So went and sat next to time.. and said with conidence: I lied to you.. and I am sorry.. It was not some OR that my heart breaks for.. but infact his name is Ayg.. My father looked at me with surprise.. The Ubar? :and I nodded: yes.. but he does not feel the same way about me.. he has his eyes set for a spex... and no I did not tell them everything just what I had lied about:

My father sat for a moment. taking it all inside himself.. Does this man know how you feel? :I looked at my father with tear threathening to form: I think so. but it does not matter.. when she is around he does not see anything else but her.. it was a mistake on my part to ever even tell him how I felt.. not that he got it.. :my father drew me close.. and a finger trailed over the bruise on my jaw: I will have to face him you know. he is your guardian.. I am just your father.. One that loves you very much I must add.. :looking at him: I know father and I am sorry I did not tell you the truth but I was scared.. and its not his fault that this happened.. its my own for allowing it to.. I should have known better... and look at the mess its brought.. :My mother finally spoke: Yamka.. you can not control your heart nor anyone elses.. I am very sorry you are hurt but one day you will feel the joy of a mans love.. You have alot to offer.. It will take a special man to see that and desire it.. :she smiled at me.. and my father ruffled my braid.. as my brother Sam approached.. Whoa! what happened to your face Yams... and then he looked at my father.. I swear if you did this.. we will have words... My father.. looked at his son.. Yes I did it.. out of anger but not at your sister... all I could see was this warrior that hurt her heart.. before I could stop myself.. My brother stood there.. his arms crossed.. what warrior... :then he looked at me:

It was at this point.. my father.. raised his hand.. It is none of your concern and your sister will get over this soon enough if we all do not dwell on it.. she is growing up.. and hurt is a part of life... You will do wise to just remember that.. :I could see in my brothers eyes that this would not be the end of it.. at least for him.. but he did nod: As you wish Father.. but next time hit the wagon not my sister..