Healing is a small and ordinary and very burnt thing. And it’s one thing and one thing only: it’s doing what you have to do. It’s what I did then and there. I stood up and got into my truck and drove away from a part of my mother. The part of her that had been my lover, my wife, my first love, my true love, the love of my life.
Vuga, that fantastic woman who is also my bestfriend sent me this story. Thank you, madam. You are full full condition.
This story!!!
I decided to check my mail and when I saw you posted a link, I decided to check out the story… nga don’t I realize several minutes later, when I eventually got to the end, that I am in fact standing in the middle of my room, still undressed (I had just returned from taking a shower) with the window shade open. That’s how fabulous this story was. (My prof would probably say “aesthetically pleasing”)
Me think that she did become an Incredibly Talented and Extraordinarily Brilliant Writer.
Powerful stuff.