Malorie, I’ve never heard you cry before. Not even when mom died. You were so strong, too strong.
Do you remember the first big snowstorm? Mom wouldn’t let us out of the house, so she made the theme Peter Pan, and drew a secret treasure map that lead to all her old jewelry boxes and our dusty Halloween costumes in the attic. I used to think you let me be Peter Pan during our adventures, but I think you wanted to be Captain Hook, to be the adult: to grow-up and be a big girl…
Those stories and costumes became my treasure because I lost my real treasures. I lost my mom. But I lost more than just my mom; I lost you. You’ve lost you.
Mally, my toes are cold. That day that mom left: she was so cold, but her toes were warm in two socks, but that’s why the heart attack got her, isn’t it? That’s why I can’t wear two socks, and no socks might be just as bad. Despite being cold, one sock is neutral. What’s worse, cold toes or a heart attack?
I’ve never told you this before. You said before that people think I’m crazy, but you don’t think I’m crazy do you? Because I don’t think I could handle it if you do. I don’t think you’re crazy either, but you have lost your muchness. When you danced you had it, and when you smiled, when you laughed. But now you’re ballerina with a broken heart. I want to help fix you, help you find you, but I don’t know how. I don’t know how to find you if you can’t find you.
Possible Titles:
Mundane and Muchness
Cold Toes or a Heart Attack
The Attic
Treasures
Timed Treasures
Timed Tasks
Timed Ties
The Special Two
Sisters
Timing Two
Ticking Time
Big Girls
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