I am sharing a few excerpts from my upcoming book Mary's Diary lately. This one is how I imagined Mary felt after the delightful experience of meeting the angel. What do you think? Do you agree or disagree?
Heartache in 749
8 Sivan
May 29th
Dear Diary,
I suppose I should be on top of the world or over the moon with gladness because I am carrying the precious Son of HaShem. I am so ashamed to admit it just simply is not so. Perhaps you recall that my bethrothed mother strode off with Imma to have a talk undoubtedly about me, and I was left to wander forlornly down the busy market street by myself.I continued to wander down the dusty street; pass the heaps of assorted fruits in their sprawling baskets, and past the basket and mat weavers stall.When I came to the booth where stacks of pottery were displayed, since I had nother better to do, I just stopped.
I barely noticed when a donkey, heavily laden with copper pots clattered to a stop beside me. By the weary tilt of the donkey's head I knew they had come from a large ways. The owner noisily began to unload his wares. With arms folded as if in self-protection, I stared off into the empty field just beyond the village. After awhile I turned around and trudged down the other side of the street. I did not know whether or not to make our purchases since Imma was carrying the basket.
Eventually Imma located me. When I saw the tendernress in her troubled, yet compassionate look, my throat filled. Hilde broke away from my mother and strode off. Disapproval stuck out from her like seams on a garment worn inside out.
Imma took me by the elbow and gently lead me away from the crowds.
to be continued.
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