Claire checked the note again.  Number four from bottom on right. Long hair.  Her name is Chantay.

Holding back tears, Claire smiled.  The parents had kept the name Claire had given the two-hour-old baby with Claire’s DNA.  The baby had a lusty but tender cry.

Claire remembered making a note on the back of the legal papers,  “Please name the baby Chantay.  It means singer.  May her life be a song to you.”

A smile marked Claire’s pleasure as she slipped into the auditorium and watched as Chantay’s choir group won the State Vocal Championship.


PHOTO PROMPT © Ulrika Undén

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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18 Responses to CHANTAY

  1. Dale says:

    What a lovely and original take on the photo, Oneta!

  2. pranabaxom says:

    Did she have long hair, number four from bottom on right

    • oneta hayes says:

      That’s my girl. Chantay, the singer who lived to bring songs into the hearts of those who knew her. 😀 My detective was not counting the tag alongs behind the choir. I put that in the first draft but had to take out words to limit to 100. Now count my words to see if I missed there. Add some excitement to your day. You probably overlooked word counting as an intellectual activity for we old folks. Good to see you back. Hope all is well.

  3. pennygadd51 says:

    What a lovely tender story!

  4. Faye says:

    What a beautiful and tender story. Inspired by the picture prompt? Lovely indeed!

    • oneta hayes says:

      I liked this one also. Believe it was God inspired. I asked him to do so. Hope it helped some hurting mother out there – the bio mother and the adoptive mothers/dads. Thank you.

  5. msjadeli says:

    What a wonderful story.

  6. magarisa says:

    A touching tale. Nice detail about the baby’s cry being lusty but tender.

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