Mom's Bible

I was leaving work when my phone rang.

- Dusty Gibson

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, Dusty,” said a voice. “It’s Martha.” Martha? She was an old work acquaintance, someone I hadn’t spoken to in years. “I know this is random,” she said, “but I believe I found a Bible that belongs to your family in a secondhand shop.”

I froze. It couldn’t be? Could it…? “What does it look like?”

“It’s bound in green leather,” said Martha. “There’s a family tree on the inside, and your name is written on it! The pages are also a little singed—”

“That’s it! That’s my mom’s Bible!” I said, my hands shaking.

The Bible was a long-lost family heirloom, one I’d never expected to see again. It had been passed from generation to generation on my father’s side of the family. My father’s mother had passed it on to my mother shortly after she joined the family.