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Show 380 I am laughing at her modesty. I know that the nuilses bought the tree, the lights. Brought the music. Broke the rules. Provided the sanctuary forybur family tradition "No. Thank you," I say. I am imagining my son with his birds, taking them onto his hand, talking with them. Julia has left the room and I am alone with the tree, the lights and the memory. And suddenly I am remembering something else, a moment when they were last in my room. Hy's shaking shoulders. The children's stifled laughter. The big eyes of my youngest as I asked her what she wanted for Christmas. I am laughing and I am crying. I am giddy and I am devastated. I am a good mother and I am a foolish woman on massive medication. I had called her "Bitty." Her name is Libby. |