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A/N: I had to write a first person piece on a person from Genesis for my Old Testement class, using modern day speech. I choose to do Eve and this is what came out.
I lived in paradise. Until I screwed things up, that is. My husband, Adam, and I lived in the Garden of Eden. It was the most beautiful place on the earth and God made it just for us. Well, really, he made it just for it Adam, just like I was made for Adam.
Adam was the first to live in the garden and God created me as a helper for him. Our food came from the garden – we were allowed to eat from any tree in the garden, except for the tree in the very center. God said we surely die if we ate from it. Now I wish we had died.
One day I was walking through the garden – I loved walking through the trees – when I saw him – the serpent, that is. He sidled up to me and asked, "Did God really say, 'You must not from any tree in the garden'?"
I was so flustered that I didn't know how to answer at first. Of course God didn't say that! What a stupid question! Re-gathering my wits, I replied, "We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but God did say, 'You must not eat from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will surely die.'"
The serpent laughed, "You will not surely die. For God knows that when you eat of it, your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil."
I should have known then that I was being manipulated, but I was young and naïve! When he held out that fruit, it looked so fresh, and so clean and shiny, I just couldn't resist it. Adam should've stopped me; he knows my sweet tooth always gets the better of me!
But he didn't, and so I took the fruit from the serpent. Do you know what I realized then? I was naked, and so was Adam! I sewed us clothes from fig leaves, but then we heard God taking his daily walk through the garden. We hid from him, but he found us anyway.
He punished us, of course. I know we probably deserved it, but to go from paradise to a life of manual labor? Talk about downsizing!
To make matters worse, Adam and I argued on the way to the exit. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I started it, "This is all your fault."
"How is it my fault?" he yelled back. "I didn't make you take the fruit!"
"You should have told me not to listen to the snake!"
"You know the rules too!"
"But you know how my sweet tooth is! You should have known I wouldn't be able to resist! This is all your fault! I was doing just fine until you came along!" I shouted.
Now, wait a minute! God made me first!" his voice was rising higher and higher with each word. "Don't twist this around like you always do!"
"Ugh! That is so like a man to nitpick all the details!"
We continued walking towards the exit, now in a stony silence for a few minutes. Then Adam reached over and hugged me. We held on to each other all the way to the exit. As we passed through the gate, I saw that an angel with a flaming sword was guarding it. I know for sure now that we're never going back to the garden.