Tag: Love

No one is here but me and the summer thunderstorm raging outside my bedroom window. I touch the silver cross resting against my chest. When I close my eyes I can feel our hearts beat. I recall your laugh, warm like the summer wind, loud as the waves of the ocean. I remember burying my face in your shirt and crying because I was going to turn ten and I was never going to be in the single digits again. I remember when I brought my finger to you, swollen and purple, because I had wrapped the tag of my stuffed orca whale too tight around it. I remember screaming when you told me we had to cut it off. I thought you meant my finger. I remember you pinning me to the floor because you couldn’t reason with me and you needed to cut that tag off. Daughters never thank their mothers as much as they should.