the Party. At A, the Wall Garden, the abandoned Wall Garden which is now just a cardboard garden. They are in what they call the lookout that was going to be for chickens….way back in the beginning when we thought everyone would be living here any minute. Alyssia decorated. Streamers and banners on the canopy above the picnic table for the 6th birthday of the child that was the reason i am here, the Trisomy 13 embryo. that was supposed to live a week or so, sometimes maybe up to a year, but rarely, born without a face. i said yes. i will come and live out whatever is with You. and here we are. Emrie. Six years.
her father called in the middle of things. I watched her face as she talked with him. Dad, she says. Dad. He is a policeman in Houston Tx. In the last year, UnderCover…under what cover i don't know. Dad….he is working as he calls. It's awkward. She is shy with him. There was talk about her going to Houston for her birthday but they didn't come up with their half. So are saving for maybe Christmas. She wants to go. Wants to be with them. Him, her Abuela and Tias, his son Aiden, 11. Who he also doesn't live with. a little while later, Aiden calls. He is good with the conversation, having a sensitivity for her, asking her open questions that she is able to answer. To both of them, she says, without prompting, Thank You So Much for calling me.
and here we all are except for Julian who is still in New Jersey with his father and Jax who is in New Mexico with that family, but the Core of us, here and now Minnow, taking her place.
and Brinley…who can appear so much a waif….her hair….i said some time back, Jeff needs to teach himself how to do her hair and it's true but also equally or maybe more true is what Alyssia said….it's her Natural Hair. It's how she wants it and it's true…when she is required to sit for braids or someother kind of "product" order, she feels violated. She wants her hair FREE.
tonight i sit here looking back at all of us today….Minnow down on the floor dreaming, her feet moving, she makes soft growling sounds, Puppie is out there somewhere, figuring out how she is going to be All the rest of us in our Homes
with the INTENTION to be HERE. Together. Like we were today.
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