Mother went missing again today. As
usual, papa and I found her at Central Park, twirling with the birds.
She spun on her feet, face and arms toward the sky, as if in praise. A flock of
birds swarmed around her. The dress and scarf flailing beside her, fanning out
as a beacon, and attracting the birds, I assume. It was an awe-inspiring sight
for any onlooker anyway.
Masses of people circled her, standing all amazed at the sight. I pushed my way
through, papa close behind. He was sad, and did not speak, quietly watching
mother.
I approached her, birds darting to advert me but still stay as near her as
possible. She did not notice my presence, remaining blissfully content. I
placed my hand on her shoulder; she stops and looks down, then the recognition
sparked and she hugged me.
“Did you see them? Did you see them?” she cried.
“Yes mother, I did,” I didn’t think she meant the birds.
She looked up again, at the birds--no past the birds--to something unseen.
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