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I would like to think it counts down to a new beginning:)
Beautifully written.
Death is a release. The afterlife is filled with promise. A clean slate. Fresh like the leaves of a lettuce, crisp with condensate glittering on it. Porting from the inside of an onion, to a lettuce?
Have you heard this story? Twins are inside a womb. One asks the other one, "who will look after us when we leave from here?" Twin 2: I heard there is someone called the mother. Twin 1: what's that? How do you know? Twin 2: somebody mentioned it. She will do everything for us. Don't worry. Twin 1: but I can't see her. I sometimes think I can hear her. But I can't touch her, taste her, smell her! Twin 2: trust me, she is there.
I tell this story to my kids when they ask me how I know there is a God.
Not saying mothers are in anyway divine (we are a psychotic bunch, father's are necessary to maintain the balance for sure!) but just to tell them that you can someone believe in something you cannot see.
It's Mother's day tomorrow.....maybe you can buy Saba and your mom flowers??? I should get something sweet for my mother too, she is coming with us to St. Jude Actrec tomorrow.
Bricks and books today?
I am home. Going to write you a fun episode 4. I think episode 3 became a bit depressing.
Aai
Ps: antu said cutting the umbilical cord must be painful, that's why babies cry when we cut it. Who knows?