Babysitting in Babylon

 

The year was 606 BCE. I was the nine-year-old niece of Shadrach, Meshach, or Abednego, (I forget) and selected as the official Au pair of King Nebuchadnezzar’s kid, Bucky—age seven.

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“Can your uncle really walk through Fire?”

“Heck, yeah.”

“Can you?”

“No. I’m gonna be a writer.”

“Aw, you’re no fun.”

“And you are?”

“Pffft! It’s true what they say about you Israelites…”

“Go play in the desert, Freak!”

“You’re not the boss o’ me! My dad…”

“… is a lunatic!”

Bucky threw a rock at me; I threw one back—

and so it is today.

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