Something About a Princess or Not

I'm having a hard time come up with a title this one. I'm hoping it will come to me. The title I did post sucks and is so temporary that I'm hoping to get rid of it by the time that I finish this post which I obviously didn't. Oh well. Next time.


Most of the events (including the historical events) and people in this story are fiction. But God is real and he speaks to prophets today. This story may be fictional but my testimony of Christ is in these words. To learn more about my faith and the faith in this story please visit mormon.org.

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I took one final look around my house. I touched the banister and the walls and thought of the wonderful memories that I had of this place. My dog, Hollie, looked up at me her brown eyes full of curiosity as she could sense something was wrong but couldn't exactly tell what. "C'mon, Hollie," I said and I opened my front door for the last time.


Waiting outside was the staff that I had to let go.  This was each their last day.  I hugged the house keeper, Mrs. Perry first, she was the eldest and had been working for us since my dad was just a kid.  "Are you going to be okay?" she asked, running her hand through my hair.  She had a concerned-motherly expression on her face.

"Yeah, I'm going to be just fine," I said.  "I'm going to miss you though.  Enjoy retirement."

"Be good," she said kissing the side of my head.

Next I went in for a hug with our maid, Lori.  Tears streamed down her face.  "I can't believe this is it," she said squeezing me tightly.

"Neither can I," I said.  "Tell your kids I said good-bye.  I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," she said.

The next was Andy.  Before I could give him a hug he held out his hand for a hand-shake.  I shook it but before I finished he pulled me in for a hug.  He didn't say anything but he smiled at me.

"Miss Hester," I heard Mr. Jenkins say.  He opened the door to my white Toyota Corolla and gestured for me to get in.  I let Hollie get in first and then I sat in the drivers seat.  "I wish you the best of luck," he told me.

"You too," I said.  He closed the door and I started the ignition ready to make the long journey to Oklahoma.

Leah, Rachel's Sister

It was the large commotion that grabbed my attention, people outside were rejoicing for some man named Jacob was here. I wandered out to see what everyone was yelling about. There I saw a man, and he was fair to look upon. But who he was, I didn't know. My younger sister, Rachel, saw and explained it to me, “This is Jacob, Rebekah's son.” Rebekah was my father's sister.
Then my father saw me also, “Jacob, this is my daughter, Leah.”
That is when the man saw me. He didn't smile as he looked into my eyes. Then he nodded politely and returned his attention to my father.
My father then said, “Surely thou art my bone and my flesh.”* And Jacob stayed with us for a month.
After a month my father thought that Jacob should work for us as he explained it, “Because thou art my brother, shouldest thou therefore serve me for nought? Tell me, what shall thy wages be?”*
Immediately Jacob looked longingly after Rachel. His eyes met hers and the shared a long loving glance. “I will serve thee seven years for Rachel thy younger daughter,” he then said.
My father shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He had a hard time giving Rachel to anyone. Then he quickly looked at me and I knew what he was thinking, “But my eldest, Leah, has not been wed yet.” Though he never actually said it. After another few long glances at Rachel and Jacob. He finally made up his mind, “It is better that I give her to thee, than that I should give her to another man: abide with me.”*

*Phrases directly from the bible.