Brighter than the Darkest Night
We could not wait for dawn to break through.
But as it is , the night was still blanketed with stars. But we were excited and could not sleep because of the excitement. We have just painted our Easter eggs, my brothers and I, just a few hours ago. We had 2 eggs each. One of mine had waves of red and blue, the other had a wash of light red, just hint of blush, and I thought it was beautiful. My brothers were equally focused on the task at hand (but their eggs were not as pretty as mine). I almost felt sad when we finished and handed it to our mother so she can paint, with her harsh black tipped pen, an amount on it. She then sent us outside, to the “adults”, so we can hand to them our works of art so they can hide it at the empty lot beside our house. I still remember scouring the wall, silently, with my brothers, tiptoeing so we can see where the eggs were being hidden. But there was only darkness.
At last, the first ray of sunshine broke through and with it, we let out an outburst of delight. We could not eat, or take a bath, or dress, fast enough.
