Reflections

I trust that if one of us says something the other doesn’t understand,
we can just ask.

I wonder, India, how are you doing in the midst of so much pain and big loss? Children who hadn’t

I sent the story draft again and again to Anna’s sisters who were top-notch school teachers. Her sisters meticulously read my story and edited it methodically —like proper teachers grading an exam. They admitted reading it was not easy; tapping into buried feelings took them to an emotional place that was difficult to visit too often or stay in too long. Buried heartache emerged after years. I understood. Reading about one you loved so deeply, but lost… hurts.