Only the Beautiful

by Susan Meissner

Who defines what is weakness? I’d wondered. Isn’t it only the strong who get to decide that? Isn’t it only the strong who have the power to act on what they decide? How can that be right or fair or good?

A book can shine far brighter and longer than I ever could on my own.

This is what makes us sublimely human, isn’t it? Not unsullied genetic perfection, but when we stubbornly love and honor one another. Just the way we are.

And in a way, I will be righting a wrong the only way I can. I am at last returning to a mother the child that was taken from her.