Give us a Possession
Chapter 4: Milcah
"Father, please sit down. You will not do Mother any good pacing like that." 8- year- old Mahlah told her father.
"I cannot stand this waiting. I never have been able to wait." He replied, sitting down with a sigh as he looked toward the tent longingly.
"I do not like it either, but worrying will do her no good." She responded.
"I supposed you are right." He agreed.
The midwife at long last called, "You seem to be making a practice of having daughters, Zelophehad."
He stood up quickly. "And my wife?"
"Is fine." He and his daughters quickly entered the tent to find his wife, who was looking more tired than ever. A loud wail pierced the air inside the tent, and 3- year- old Hoglah jumped. Mahlah laughed and said, "Well, she seems to have good, strong lungs."
Her parents laughed as her father took the baby into his arms. "What shall we name her?" 5- year- old Noah asked.
"Milcah." Zelophehad responded without hesitation.
"Counsel. I like it." Mahlah said.
"Indeed, it is a good name." Tirzah answered. The man and his wife leaned closer and began to kiss. "Yuck!" Noah whispered. Mahlah laughed and herded her little sisters out.