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24 Mahogany Unicorns Kristin Jordan Us: Mom, why are things brown? Mother: what’s brown? Us: like chocolate and dirt Mother: they are kissed by the sun baby Us: and me and mahogany wood? Mother: you are kissed by the sun too I think I knew, always, that those kissed by the sun were blessed. I wasn’t born with these words though. Mom encouraged it. She encouraged my search for mythical answers and my desire to be royal. Our home was mahogany wood because mom loved this tree. She carved this wood to put in our bedroom, to give as gifts to family, and to sell as a last resort when money was needed. Of course all of this could be false. I don’t really remember what it was. At the time my dreams mixed with the literal words spoken to me and about me. I could be one second on an island and then in a rainforest and then in the sky. See I was young enough to fly so nothing was real. The creatures were my favorites, and as much my family as anything else. Baby sister was sometimes an elf and sometimes a baby. I liked her better as an elf. As a baby she would only cry but as an elf she would put pictures all down the hall or go visit the chocolate man next door. Mom didn’t know about these missions outside our room. They were secret missions and for my silence I got part of the chocolate that was brought back. I never would have told though, even without the chocolate.
The first time I was a unicorn, I knew I would never be anything else again. There was nowhere that was not home as a unicorn. I could go anywhere and my magic would protect me and make me feel I was home. That’s the difference between being a child and being a unicorn. See that horn broke down everything, could do anything—did you know I could fly? Back as a unicorn I could fly if I wanted to. Nothing was real. Once when I was a unicorn and baby sister was an elf we stopped for water. We should not have stopped to drink. Real unicorns don’t need water and real elves don’t have to fetch the water from the kitchen sink. And real unicorns don’t drink from glasses and real elves don’t slide on mahogany wood floors. Real elves don’t turn into babies who cry at their arms colored in red stains and shredded glass. Real unicorns don’t scream for their moms who are not home. Who are never home, but who are always out selling mahogany wood. And real unicorns are magic and they can heal if ever wounded and they are powerful and they don’t hug their bleeding sisters in their arms as their fantastical worlds crash around them. And real unicorns are pure…and white…and not kissed by the sun…and not like me. 25
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