No, I call. Come back.
I’m here, he says.
But I can’t see. It’s too bright.
You can’t hold back the light, Gemma. I’m here. Trust me.
The water washes over the riverbank, erasing the edges till there’s nothing. But I saw it. I know it’s there. And when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don’t dare close them. I won’t. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning, it is morning, and there is so much to see.
I’m here, he says.
But I can’t see. It’s too bright.
You can’t hold back the light, Gemma. I’m here. Trust me.
The water washes over the riverbank, erasing the edges till there’s nothing. But I saw it. I know it’s there. And when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don’t dare close them. I won’t. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning, it is morning, and there is so much to see.
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-The Sweet Far Thing |
Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)
Your grandad had a saying: “Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children.” This journal is his gift to you, Milo. Atlantis is waiting. What do you say?
Well, a mother, a real mother
Is the most wonderful person in the world
She’s the angel voice that bids you good night
Kisses your cheek, whispers, “Sleep tight”
Your mother and mine
the Mother Above
representing motherhood and nurturing
she is prayed to for fertility or compassion
she is depicted as smiling with love and embodies the concept of mercyFor a woman, a mother, the way was stonier and harder to know.
When I was five I learned to read. Books were a miracle to me - white pages, black ink, and new worlds and different friends in each one. To this day, I relish the feeling of cracking a binding for the first time, the anticipation of where I’ll go and whom I’ll meet inside.
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| — | Jennifer Weiner (via hungry-for-books) |
