Mom has a job for me to do.
She says, “Gather them all up and we’ll throw them out.”
I grab some clips from her bedside table and start to stick them in my hair and she smiles, then.
I name all the spaces – bookshelf, dressing table, chest of drawers, locker, medicine cabinet. I’m not allowed to touch the medicine cabinet though. When my hands are full I move to the bin. I let go and watch the clips fall.
“But won’t your hair grow back, Mom?”
“No dear, not this time. This time I have to let go.”
She says, “Gather them all up and we’ll throw them out.”
I grab some clips from her bedside table and start to stick them in my hair and she smiles, then.
I name all the spaces – bookshelf, dressing table, chest of drawers, locker, medicine cabinet. I’m not allowed to touch the medicine cabinet though. When my hands are full I move to the bin. I let go and watch the clips fall.
“But won’t your hair grow back, Mom?”
“No dear, not this time. This time I have to let go.”
