I did not write yesterday because I stayed at Mary's until just before 2. We didn't really do much other than talk and order pizza and drink Caiprinhas.
I suppose there's always so much to say about my visits and talks with her, but I never really find myself wanting to share it, not sure if I want to retell the stories that are mine and that I've waited so long to hear. They're the only things I can ask for and have and keep.
I remember her saying to me, "They wouldn't let me see you being born. They took you and they handed you to my mother and then I didn't get to see you for three more days. They said you cried all the time, and you were crying the first and only time I got to see you. Then they put you in my arms and you just stopped. Your birthdays were always the hardest."