I now look down onto the freckled-faced girl who sits in my lap. " That was a great story grandma!" My grandbaby Emma squealed happily. Her older sister's eyes filled with joy.
" So how that Emma has heard the story can we please see the bow?" I nod laughing at her eagerness. Emma hoped down and followed me to the closet with her sister. The bow and arrows leaned against the wall.
"There it is Titania ". She gently picks them up. " Imma go practice!". The eleven-year-old runs out the door. I feel a tug on my shirt.
" Grandma", Emma whispered, " Do you have something from Japan for me?". I laughed. " No, but great uncle Jaren does". She squealed and ran over to him. All my brothers sat in the room with me. It was our family reunion and the time when all of the children get their first weapons to carry on our traditions.
Jaren hands Emma a small dagger, and she runs out to the woods with her sister. We all look at each other. "I love you, sis". Jaren speaks. I smile.
"I love you too brother."