When the Cranes Fly South

by Lisa Ridzén

How can something as natural as starting a family be so complicated?

never used to do this, dwelling on things and getting myself all worked up, but every single part of my life is delicate now. I feel a sudden fondness for the old man in the mirror. It’s not bloody easy, being human.

I realize now that I let my anger toward him get in between us, and that meant I could never truly be happy when we spent time together.