Over the years I had spent hours imagining the things I would say to her when we were reunited, and I hadn’t voiced even a fraction. It was the way it had been with Mam: these weren’t the grand unburdenings I had rehearsed, but surreal run-ins with people very different from the characters who lived in my head. I thought perhaps that was how it would always feel, even if I talked to them for a month, because I couldn’t be unburdened from something that was mine to carry.
Over the years I had spent hours imagining the things I would say to her when we were reunited, and I hadn’t voiced even a fraction. It was the way it had been with Mam: these weren’t the grand unburdenings I had rehearsed, but surreal run-ins with people very different from the characters who lived in my head. I thought perhaps that was how it would always feel, even if I talked to them for a month, because I couldn’t be unburdened from something that was mine to carry.
