Thursday, September 8, 2011


I knew not to be fussy; Mama had explained it all to me the day before, how we would wake up so very early and travel on the train with Papa, how we were going to visit my big brother and we might not see him again for a long time. I wondered why not, why we were traveling all three of us when it was always big brother who would take the train home on vacations and holidays, where we would play in the lawns beside the house or on cold days in front of the fire place, games of cards or story games or sometimes catch or hide and seek. But before I could ask why or how things were different Mama had already left my room and was off doing something else, something very important, and I had never been able to ask.

listening to Johnny Cash and the rain rain rain