The girls chew and chew; they feed one another small morsels from their plates. They laugh, and they laugh, and they laugh. Their laughter is like a bell that rings another bell—a bell in each of them, a bell in me. The more I watch them and the more I hear them, the brighter the vibration is within my own chest. I can feel it right between my lungs. A bell, bright and happy, begging to ring with them.
