I don't know who to turn to for help with this one, but I thought you might know what I'm talking about. There's a piece of prose floating around out there that I want to find. I can't quite remember it. Something about asking for water as a child not beca

“I thought she was sleeping until I heard her call out from across the room, “Will you bring me a glass of water?” I did. Then in her always-sleepy tone and drawl she said, “Do you remember when you were a little boy and you would ask your mama to bring you a glass of water?” Yeah. “You know how half the time you weren’t even thirsty. You just wanted that hand that was attached to that glass that was attached to that person you just wanted to stay there until you fell asleep.” She took the glass of water that I brought her and just sat it down full on the table next to her. Wow, I thought. What am I gonna do with love like this.”

–One Night from Dito Montiel’s A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints