Special

E.D. Martin
7 min readNov 13, 2017

“Mishla,” our grandmother Yaya told Mother even before my brother and I were born, “the baby you carry is special, like my uncle Niko, the great general who fought so hard in the third war. You must name your baby after him.”

Mother had just learned Father had been killed in the fifth war, despite fighting so hard, and although she would’ve preferred to name my brother after him, she was too heartbroken to argue with Yaya.

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E.D. Martin

Half hobo, half homesteader. Telling the “what if” stories of those around her. She/her. Read more at http://www.edmartinwriter.com