Unusual Child: Chapter 6
By: jungleboy69
Chapter 6: Mother's Love
That night, Pocahontas was at the river with Flit and Meeko. She was cradling Songaa in her arms, while the baby cooed and gurgled softly. The moonlight shimmered in the waters and the stars twinkled in the sky. Meeko was playing with the water while Flit fluttered about with the fireflies
Pocahontas gently caressed Songaa on his head. "Shhh...my love..." Pocahontas giggled. "Hush now, my baby." "Aaaauuu..." Songaa cooed softly, yawning and rubbing his eyes with his chubby hands.
"My daughter..." The latter froze and turned around to see her father approaching her. "Father..." Pocahontas breathed a sigh of relief. "You startled me." "Am I so frightening that even my own daughter is afraid of me?" Powhatan asked with a wry smile as he sat down beside her.
"Forgive me, father." Pocahontas replied. "I thought you were Takona." "There is nothing to fear." Powhatan assured her. "Takona speaks with the fire of one who is still young." "His words are as empty as air." He added.
"I'm still frightened." Pocahontas replied, holding her son close to her. "You saw how hot-tempered Takona is." "He was willing to kill Songaa in front of the whole village." She trembled a bit. "Why does he hate Songaa so much? What is afraid of?"
Powhatan sighed. "Takona is not a coward." He explained. "He is not afraid of your son; he is afraid of change." "He has always been a strong believer to the Great Spirit and he believes our people are special because we are born from the Great Spirit." He added.
"That is why he speaks with such fierce emotions." He explained. "He cannot accept anything that is different from our ways." "He is afraid of the thought of other men other than our own people." He added.
"I don't see what's wrong with change." Pocahontas replied. "Change happens all around us." "The trees, the river, the seasons..." "Yes...that is true." Powhatan added. "But change can also mean people as well."
"None of our people have seen a pale-face." He explains. "And not everyone is willing to accept other tribes with different skin color." "Have patience." He assured her. "Soon, they will see that Songaa is just as special as the rest of us."
Pocahontas smiled a bit. She felt something wiggling in her arms. She looked down to see Songaa clapping his little hands and smiling at her. "Aaaauuuu..." He cooed, reaching up to his mother. "Aaaauuuu..."
Pocahontas giggled and kissed her baby boy on the cheek, making him giggle. Powhatan watched the scene with a smile on his face. "You know, the more I see you with Songaa," He pointed out. "you remind me of your mother."
Pocahontas turned to her father in surprise. "I do?" She asked. Powhatan nodded. "The day you were born, was the happiest day of her life." He explained. "She would hold you in her arms and sing to you to make you fall asleep."
"She never went anywhere without you." He added. "As you grew, you became a handful." Chief Powhatan chuckled. "You would always wander off, causing trouble, giving your mother and I a great deal of heart-ache."
"I remember the time you hid in the corn baskets while you and your mother were harvesting in the fields." He told her grinning. "Your mother had all the women searching for you from noon to dusk." Pocahontas blushed. "I didn't realize I was so mischievous."
"Indeed." Powhatan replied with a smile. "Why else would I have given you your name?" "Now, I wonder what your mother will say now that you have become one yourself?" He asked. Pocahontas smiled. "I know she will be happy to meet her grandson." She replied.
Powhatan nodded gently. "I know she will." He added. "I'm heading back, so don't stay up too late." "Of course, Father." Pocahontas replied as her father stood back up and went back to the village.
Now, Pocahontas was left with her baby, Meeko and Flit. She smiled softly as she stroked Songaa on his round head. Then, she looked up at the night sky and sighed. "Oh, Mother..." She whispered. "If only you were here to see your new grandson..."
"I want to be a good mother to Songaa, just like you were to me." She added. "But, I'm afraid that others will do him harm because of his skin color." "What should I do?" She asked. "What would you have done? How can I raise my son when my own people fear and hate him?"
The stars twinkled in response and the wind blew gently. As the wind blew at Pocahontas's face, she closed her eyes and felt her long hair blew to the breeze. Songaa squealed as the wind tickled him his face.
Pocahontas smiled gently. She realized her mother wouldn't want her to give up. She would have wanted her to be the best mother to her new son. "You're right, Mother." She replied. "I can't lose faith in my son." "Songaa needs me." She added
Meeko chittered as he placed his paw on Pocahontas's knee while Flit perched on her shoulder, squeaking softly. Pocahontas giggled. "Yes, I have you two to help." She looked down at her son, who was now fast asleep in her arms.
"You're going to do great things for our people, Songaa." She soothed gently. "I know you will." With that, she stood up and cradling Songaa in her arms, she returned back to the village with Flit and Meeko in tow.
