My first fanfic. I absolutely loved this idea when I first came up with it. I'm not sure where this story is going to take me but I'm just going to grab onto the reigns and see what happens.
Persistence
Frau Bergmann put down the letter she had just finished reading and went in to tell her daughter, Wendla, the wonderful news.
"Wendla!" she said smiling as she entered the child's room.
"Mama?" Wendla looked surprised; apparently she had just finished getting dressed.
"Goodness," her mother said in shock, "look at you-in that…Kindergarten dress! Wendla, grown-up girls cannot be seen strutting about in such-"
"Let me wear this one, Mama!" Wendla said enthusiastically, cutting her mother off. "I love this one. It makes me feel like a little…Faerie-queen." Wendla turned around to show her mother. Frau Bergmann only saw her daughters developing breasts.
"But you're already…In bloom. Now, sssh. You make me forget all the good news. Just imagine, Wendla, last night the stork finally visited your sister. Brought her another little baby girl." Wendla's mother said with excitement. Wendla's face burst into an even brighter smile.
"I can't wait to see her, Mama." She said, showing her enthusiasm.
"Well, put on a proper dress, and take a hat." Her mother said, leaving the room.
"Mama," Frau Bergmann stopped and turned back to her child, "don't be cross-don't be." Wendla now had a serious expression on her face. It seemed like what she was about to say was something she had been wanting to say to me for a long time. "But I'm an aunt for the second time now, and I still have no idea how it happens." Her mother couldn't believe what she was being asked of-by her own daughter, none the less. She wasn't sure how to answer the child's innocent question, certainly not with the truth. "Mama, please. I'm ashamed to even ask. But then, who can I ask but you?" Her mother looked at her and still couldn't believe they were having this conversation.
"Wendla, child, you cannot imagine that I could-"
"But you cannot imagine I still believe in the stork." Wendla said, cutting off her mother for a second time.
"I honestly don't know what I've done to deserve this kind of talk. And on a day like today! Go, child, put your clothes on." Frau Bergmann said, dismissing her daughter.
"And if I run out, now, and ask Gregor? Our chimney sweep…?"Wendla persisted. Her mother looked at her daughter and thought that soon she would be out of school and just like her sister; she would be married and have a child of her own. But the mother also thought of the boys at the school, how one of them may know the cause of a child's birth and with Wendla having such a curiosity…
"Very well, I'll tell you everything. But not today. Tomorrow. Or the day after." She finally said, trying to give her daughter something to look forward to while she thought of what she would say when the time came.
"Today, Mama." Wendla said almost as a demand.
"Wendla Bergmann, I simply cannot…" Her mother said, trying to find the words.
"Mama!" Her daughter screamed, definitely an order now.
"You will drive me mad." Her mother replied.
"Why?" Her daughter asked, not understanding. Then an idea flashed before her eyes. "I'll kneel at your feet, lay my head in your lap…You can talk as if I weren't even there." Her mother did not respond. "Please." Wendla said with a deep longing in her voice. Frau Bergmann knew that Wendla would not give up until she was given an answer. So she took a breath, knowing that the time had finally come.
"Very well, I'll tell you." She whispered. It was music to Wendla's ears. Frau Bergmann sat in a chair and Wendla knelt down on her knees, putting her head in her mother's apron.
"Yes…" She said expectantly.
"Child, I…" Frau Bergmann said, starting to get up. But Wendla put her hands on her mother's leg, keeping her down.
"Mama." She said pleadingly.
"All right, then. In order for a woman to conceive a child…You follow me?" She asked, looking down at her daughter's head.
"Yes, Mama." Wendla replied happily. Frau Bergmann looked down at her daughter. She couldn't tell this to Wendla's face. So she covered her head with the apron.
"For a woman to bear a child she must…"
And this is the way that Wendla discovered where babies came from. She went to school that day with a new sight added to her once innocent eyes. She remembered the way her mother talked about the boys at school. How they would be willing to commit this act without being married. Wendla occasionally passed some boys on her way to and from the girl's school. All of the boys she looked at wouldn't even look back at her. All of them, that is, except for Melchior Gabor.
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And theres the whole thing in a nutshell, hope you all enjoy. Reviews are Wendla to my Melchior.
