April 25, 2020
I miss F. She wanted me to stay at Grammy’s. She clung to my leg. When I picked her up, she hugged my neck and buried her face beside my cheek. When I finally left, she refused to look at me. She has a way of presenting her profile. A sense she watches from the corner of her eye. To see how she affects me? How I am effected? What does she understand? (Mom goes to work; dad doesn’t have a job). I’m leaving to write. I journal to focus. What will she make of all this?
