She didn't want food at all but rather, the feeling of emotional fullness, a hunger that could only be satiated by home, family, and familiarity.
Maybe we need to know these things young, becausewe'rethe matter being rearranged. Maybe it's us. You and me? I hope.
In the rare hopeful hour, I tell myself this darkness has a purpose: to help me recognize light if I ever find it again.
So, the atmospheric shimmering of greatest happiness, two girls greeting life hadn't in hand, was theirs to borrow, not keep.
They each served a purpose in the other's life, and separately, each had enough to grieve without grieving each other as well.
