“And I will pull you inside, saying come in and sit down and tell me more slowly and fully, and I will cry because the process of raising you will have made me sentimental, and I will wrap my arms around you and marvel at how beautiful you are, how tall and strong and shining. And all of my memories of you will dance in front of my eyes as I thirstily listen to all that you have to say, laughing and holding my hands and leaning on my shoulder, or perhaps putting your head in my lap the way you would do as a child.
And then it is time for you to leave me again, to go back to your own life, humming with aspiration. You don’t have to worry about me – I will be the happiest I have ever been, even as my heart breaks a little to let go of you.
Still, I know you will always come back to me. And that will be the only wish I’ll have ever known.”
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Frances Cha,
If I Had Your Face