I didn’t have my father’s compassion or his faith, but Duchess did. She was tapping into something else, an energy in the universe that wasn’t my energy. Nobody’s ever read my aura, but if I had to guess, I’d say it’s probably light gray and covered with lint. I’m exhausted most of the time, impatient, distracted, visiting another neighborhood in my head, always with a slow current of sadness underneath. Duchess is white light. She’s fully present. She’s something else entirely.
