![]() ![]() But it’s not moving … I try to squeeze it but I can’t will my muscles to flex. It’s big and strong and it envelops my fingers. Too dark to see Billy, but I know he’s there because I can feel his hand. The car door opposite her is closer than it’s supposed to be. I turn to my right to see Jenny’s silhouette, but her limbs look awkward and unnatural and she’s pressed up against me. I’m sure my mouth is moving, calling out their names … Mom?. What the hell does a tiny breath do? Why not a deep breath? Why ten? Why not three or five or twenty? I’d scream and she’d simply smile her little smile. She should have tattooed the damn mantra to her forehead. Love them.” Every time I screamed and stomped my feet in anger, or bawled my eyes out in frustration, or turned green with anxiety, she’d calmly recite those same words. ![]()
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