When Shelby Nicole Simms made her transition from the womb into existence, peculiarity replaced normalcy. Our little girl’s birth was supposed to be a joyous family event, but it quickly became world news. The historic anomaly discovered during delivery baffled and intrigued the entire medical community. Everyone wanted to either see or examine the little girl born without a navel, but we weren’t interested in exploiting our child.
Interest in our precious Shelby reached epic proportions. Every media outlet from television to newspaper, from social networking to radio broadcasting became platforms for speculation and rumor. The mass hysteria spawned a multitude of harmless and dangerous cults. She was either the second coming of Christ, or the evil Anti-Christ described in Revelations.
Hordes of people congregated outside the hospital toting signs with passages from the bible written on them. Eventually, law enforcement had to be called in to direct traffic and control unruly protesters in the crowd. I informed the medical staff that I was deeply concerned about the safety of my wife and child. I was told that security had been increased and that there was no need for concern. Yeah, right. Who in the hell were they trying to fool? These rent-a-cops strolling the corridors of this hospital looked old enough to qualify for the senior discount at a restaurant.
I took great pride in my role as protector. I had always been a devoted husband, but now I was a father. I would lay down my life to protect my family. My late father used to tell me that a man, a true man, always put his family first. He lived by that rule until the day he died, and I was determined to preserve the wisdom he had left behind. It seemed like chaos had chosen me as an opponent purposely, and I accepted the challenge.
Dr. Chance, my wife’s gynecologist must’ve sensed the sudden change in my jovial spirit, because he invited me to accompany him as he made his rounds. We arrived at the room of this one patient who was in a comma, and that’s when he decided to actually speak. “Mr. Simms, I have been providing prenatal care for your wife ever since the beginning of her pregnancy. Were you aware of this?” He asked, as he studied the patient’s chart on the clipboard he was holding.
I responded with a simple yes and began studying his body language as if I were studying for that final algebra exam I had taken prior to college graduation. His unreadable composure was confusing. I slipped into a state of patience so that I wouldn’t get pissed. I wanted him to get to a point quickly, because I wasn’t interested in chopping it up with another man who had probably seen more of my wife’s vagina than I ever had. Eventually, he revealed an unbelievable truth that would challenge religious beliefs and reality as I knew it.
“Shelby has four hearts. Her spirit is in perfect alignment with earth’s elements and the four seasons. Unknown is the exact reason for her arrival. The knowledge I attained about her is minimal, so the information I have to share with you is limited.”
I scratched my head after I heard the cryptic confession. I didn’t allow doubt total access to my logic, because I had to see where this “Coochie-Quack” was coming from, however, I extended an invitation to apprehension for protection. I mean, come on, you just couldn’t believe everything you heard. Hell no. You see, I had never been a follower of others. I had my own mind and my own will, so why in the hell would I put absolute trust in anyone — especially those who deemed themselves to be the right hand of God?
I’m almost positive that he was expecting me to respond with scrutiny, but I clung to silence and opened the door to reasoning. I had to know the truth. Too many people follow without question. They embrace ideologies dictated by some people — especially the world leaders or slick evangelists. I refused to give another person authority over my understanding or beliefs.
:”Why do you remain silent? Didn’t you hear me? Shelby isn’t a normal child, she was given to humanity for a reason. You spent the most time with her mother during this pregnancy. Didn’t you receive a sign of any kind?” He asked.
What is he talking about?
I saw that stop sign I went through getting my wife to this hospital, but that’s the only sign I saw. This dude might be a doctor, but he’s a few marshmallows short of a s’more. Didn’t he see that I was just as surprised as everyone else in that delivery room — especially when that purple light flashed immediately after she was pulled from the womb. And what did he mean when he said that he was only given minimal information?
“Look, man, you’re sliding towards home plate without cleats. First of all, you withheld information from me and my wife about our baby. Why didn’t you tell us that she had four hearts when you first discovered 4 beats?” I asked, in an infuriated tone.
I might have been more receptive had he shared this with us at the beginning, but hearing it nine months later had me questioning his ethics. This finding should have been disclosed the day he found out. That’s why it is hard for me to trust him, and the more I thought about it the angrier I got.
“You weren’t ready to receive it.” That was his arrogant response.
“Receive what?” I asked, with a tad more volume in my voice.
“Special abilities?” I squinted my eyes and scoffed, after asking that rhetorical question.
“She can control all of earth’s elements, and has equal power over the seasons. She is The Answer.”
“The Answer? The answer to what?” I asked, desperate to learn as much as I could about my daughter.
When he walked away, I was left with more questions than answers. If our Shelby was The Answer, I wanted to know why we were chosen to raise a supreme being. Immediately after that thought I remembered this surreal dream I had one night. It was the night we discovered that we were going to be parents. As my wife slept, I was awakened by a strange, distant moaning. At first I thought I was imagining things, but then it didn’t stop, as a matter of fact, it got louder and seemed to beckon me.
Once I had made my way through the darkness of the house, I followed the moaning outside and when I stepped onto the backyard lawn, the wind suddenly picked up, and I recall seeing that same strange purple hue in the skies — the same one that flashed in the delivery room. I was mesmerized as I watched the skinny limbs of the Weeping Willow that sat in the far corner of our backyard twist and shake as they took on the shape of arms. Hundreds of arms — arms that were motioning for me to come closer. I was being lured towards that tree — — the tree where all that moaning was coming from.
“Allure,” is what I heard in a whisper. I shook my head to try and snap myself out of what had to be a trance. I had to be hearing things. It sounded like that whisper came from the Weeping Willow, but it only happened once, so I didn’t know for sure. When I woke up the following morning I dismissed it as a dream, but something tells me now that there was more to it than I realized.
(TO BE CONTINUED….)
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