Enchantments of her Voice

We all gathered around her closely, almost squeezing her too tightly as if something bad might happen if we couldn't all touch her. It was just beginning to get dark outside, the sky going from a dark blue to an even darker blue until it looked black. The only light coming from the lamps in the room put on a table in every corner of the room. The light from the lamps made the room seem like a dark yellow-ish color, not nearly as bright or beautiful as the light in the day time, but even still that light meant we were about to hear stories. My small little body felt a bolt of excitement and I sat up waiting for my Grandma to finally read to us.

Before she opened her book I glanced at my closest cousin sitting next to me and she looked back at me. Both of us smiled, excited to be where we were. Suddenly I heard the turn of a page and the sound of my Grandma clearing her throat. She was about to begin. As soon as she said the first word I felt myself caught in her voice, like an enchantment had come upon me. Nothing else mattered but this moment with my Grandma and my cousins. She read what she almost always read to us. The book called, "You Are Special." Each time she said the words from that book I felt as if they were meant for me, and in those moments of hearing my Grandma read I truly felt special. Her voice was soft and comforting and you couldn't help but feel the warmness and love in her voice. As she read, it kept spreading like a bird spreads its wings. Reaching farther and farther until the feeling took over.