Her house is stifling. The fan above her clicks a rhythm and she lays as still as she can, hoping for relief. She pushes herself up, forcing movement that reverberates in her head. Walking through the rooms, she checks windows, praying for the breath of a breeze. She loves this house. Here she nursed and nurtured her babies. The walls show signs of life-- fingerprints and smudges. Smiling faces, captured and framed, adorn the walls. But, the walls are closing in and she retreats to the sanctuary of her room. The thoughts are pressing, intensifying the pain in her head. She tries with all her might to force them out. You're not welcome here . Still, they come. Persistent, they are. The fan beats in time with the judgements- ' not e-nough, not e-nough, not e-nough'. She puts out the welcome mat, hoping for sleep. Instead, she cries, curled into herself. But, the day is like any other, demanding, not to be ignored. Amazing how ...
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DeleteYou've got yourself quite the future heartbreaker there - with BRAINS!!
ReplyDeleteHe's also quite charming. My husband and I worry about the teenage years!
DeleteHe's SO cute! Nice. The world is wide open when they can read. Getting a library card is such a great milestone. Congrats to him!
ReplyDeleteReading has been a struggle for him. I'm so glad he's starting to find how amazing books can be.
DeleteI remember my first library card! How exiting!!
ReplyDeleteYou know, I don't remember going to the public library much when I was a kid. I got my books from the school library. Remember the card catalog? I always wanted one of my own. All those little papers in cool drawers.
DeleteI still want a card catalog. Think of all the cool stuff I could put in it!
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