it was a gift, they said. she thought it more of a curse. to see, to hear, to feel. these senses were not hers. they didn’t belong to her, didn’t belong inside her head. she was drowning, lost, dying for everyone around her and they were too blind to see it. she would deteriorate, slowly, so slowly, until her end came at last as a relief.
One day I had a birthday party, I just turned 7 and I wanted to grow up and become a cop. We all went outside and my mom covered my eyes, I HEARD SIRENS. There were police officers at my house, they gave me a police badge and a bitting unicorn.
Sydney
There are two gifts I learned about in the Philippines: pasalubong-I left but I thought of you while I was away and I brought you back something, and remembrance-we are leaving each other but our hearts will never be separated, every time you see this, remember me.
You are a gift.
You are the unexpected that comes on Christmas day.
The perfect package, wrapped in a bow, but carrying untold joy and thoughtfulness inside.
Your laugh and smile are priceless.
Your eyes are calm on a hot day.
But your presence is the real present.
It seemed like a gift, the smile from the child. She held the baby up so he could look around at the world, and everything that his gaze fell upon was transformed. She was seeing wonder through this child’s eyes.
it was a gift, they said. she thought it more of a curse. to see, to hear, to feel. these senses were not hers. they didn’t belong to her, didn’t belong inside her head. she was drowning, lost, dying for everyone around her and they were too blind to see it. she would deteriorate, slowly, so slowly, until her end came at last as a relief.
One day I had a birthday party, I just turned 7 and I wanted to grow up and become a cop. We all went outside and my mom covered my eyes, I HEARD SIRENS. There were police officers at my house, they gave me a police badge and a bitting unicorn.
There are two gifts I learned about in the Philippines: pasalubong-I left but I thought of you while I was away and I brought you back something, and remembrance-we are leaving each other but our hearts will never be separated, every time you see this, remember me.
You are a gift.
You are the unexpected that comes on Christmas day.
The perfect package, wrapped in a bow, but carrying untold joy and thoughtfulness inside.
Your laugh and smile are priceless.
Your eyes are calm on a hot day.
But your presence is the real present.
It seemed like a gift, the smile from the child. She held the baby up so he could look around at the world, and everything that his gaze fell upon was transformed. She was seeing wonder through this child’s eyes.