yet untitled, part 2Julia, the youngest of 12, was six months old at the time of the accident, and at the age of eighteen, I became the temporary surrogate mother to her and to all of them. It's hard to say whether it was more difficult to care for Leif, who was a toddler at the time, or Julia. My brother Henry was great at heading up the boys in the middle of the pack, but the babies were definitely mine. It had been decided that such a brood could not go motherless, so I learned at the time how to stand at my mother's bedside and lie.My mother had been an unrecognizable combination of swollen black, mottled blue, and abrasions. It seemed there wasn't a b
yet untitled, part 1"Coffee's ready, Mom."My mother walked from the living room where she had been watching the weather into the golden morning light of what was otherwise an unassuming kitchen. We were far enough into the year that the sun would remain quite low in the sky for most of the day, and with with the trees now bare the light was unobstructed from shining through the slightly frosted windows of the kitchen. My mother was resplendent as the light caught her white hair, and still standing five feet ten inches tall at the age of sixty-eight, she was blessed in her older age with formidable stature."I made Italian roast," I offer
I love it when stuff like this happens. People in the right place at the right time, or standing just so, and so on.
Nice capture.
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