today’s train of thought
I made this recently, its one of two (currently and tentatively so).
I spoke to Zainab yesterday; it has been nearly ten years. “I have something to show you” she said… I waited attentively. Before me was a one month old baby, gurgling and crying, special and fuzzy. I remember when we were little girls and how whenever she came over to my house she was so afraid of my cats she would physically run away from them. I asked Z if this had any effect on her as a mother and she assured me that it did not. Apparently there is a really big difference between a person and a cat.