December 19th – Books
They had always read together.
It had begun early, when Kuvira had been a restless, sleepless toddler. Suyin would tell the small girl engrossing tales every afternoon before naptime, in order to calm her eager mind.
When Kuvira had pulled at Su's sleeve and handed her a thick, dusty volume she was pretty sure had been pocketed from her own library, Su had smiled, sat both of them down on the nearest couch, and begun reading it out loud.
Kuvira, bright as she was, had rapidly learnt how to read for herself; yet somehow, their ritual had kept on going for many more years. Sometimes they would pick up a novel to read aloud, others they would quietly come together in the afternoon and share a newspaper or two, taking turns in reading aloud interesting articles.
Now, Kuvira was sat on Suyin's bed, loosely wrapped in the latter's arms, either of them holding one side of the book they were somehow attempting to focus on, and Kuvira marveled at how soothing Su's slow-paced voice still was to her, after so many years.