A HERO’S KWANZAA

Susanna Leonard Hill 3rd Annual Holiday Contest Entry. This is my entry. Exactly 350-words. I attempted to take it a different route, but it was 723. So I cut, snipped, and snapped it. Now 350! That’s what I am talking about! Wow. Enjoy it 😀

A HERO’S KWANZAA

Two days before the Kwanzaa Celebration, Devontae and Asia baked a special cake.

It was chocolate with vanilla swirl with African colors – red, green, and black – all over.

“Beautiful!” Asia said. “She’s going to love this. It’s her one weakness.”

Later on, Asia went to put the cake in the fridge, but it was gone.

“Devontae,” she yelled from the kitchen, “I need the cake.”

“It’s on the table,” he replied.

“It’s gone,” she said.

Suddenly, Devontae noticed red, green, and black marks on the door and floor.

      Woof! Woof! Woof!

      Meow! Meow! Meow!

      “Bad Army and Liberty!” the children said laughing.

“We have to have a cake,” said Asia. “It’s her one weakness. We’ll bake another one tomorrow.”

One day before the Kwanzaa Celebration, Devontae and Asia baked another cake.

“Beautiful!” Asia said “She’s going to love this. It’s her one weakness.”

“Put it in the fridge,” Devontae said. “It will be safe there.”

Few hours went by. Bang! Bang! Crash!

The children sprinted to the kitchen.

“Oh no,” said Asia. “Not again!”

“At least we know what happened this time,” said Devontae.

“Sorry,” Dad said peeling himself from the floor. “I was only trying to get the milk from the back of the fridge.”

“We have to have a cake,” Asia shouted. “It’s her one weakness. We’ll bake another one tomorrow.”

The day of the Kwanzaa Celebration, Asia and Devontae hurriedly baked a cake and finished just in time. It resembled the others.

“I am not letting it out of my sight,” Asia said pulling a chair to the counter.

Suddenly, the door opened.

“Momma!” the children screamed as tears streamed down their faces.

“We baked you a cake!” said Devontae.

“We’ll eat a small piece before the Kwanzaa Celebration.”

“Sit!” ordered Asia pulling her mother’s arm. “Take off your uniform. We’ll get your boots. And your duffle bag.”

“How was Iraq?” Devontae asked. “Did you miss us?”

“Of course, I missed my family,” she said kissing their cheeks. “I love you. Let’s talk over cake. It’s my one weakness.”