Thanks Dave. I read some wonderfully imaginative responses to that prompt, but all I could think of was our own dear mother. At the end, she was still reciting, “I have five children. Raymond, Alice, Ruth, NancyAnn, and Michael.” It meant so much to her, but she didn’t know who we were. I’m pretty sure she understood our love though.
Quite intriguing.
Lovely ...
Thank you, Amy.
That “Who is Mama?” holds an entire world. What stays with me is how the love emerges without ever being named directly.
Thank you for reading this story, Antonio. Your comment means a lot to me. Thanks for telling me your thoughts. It’s a gift.
Very touching, Rose.
Thanks Dave. I read some wonderfully imaginative responses to that prompt, but all I could think of was our own dear mother. At the end, she was still reciting, “I have five children. Raymond, Alice, Ruth, NancyAnn, and Michael.” It meant so much to her, but she didn’t know who we were. I’m pretty sure she understood our love though.