She finally broke down, "Mama, I'm sick." A cold got the best of her today, and I stroked her hair until she fell asleep. I mouthed the word magnificent, and hoped I'd remember to write this down. That is a good word. She was fine as long as she was touching some part of me and I was fine as long as her eyes were finally closed. Her face round like the moon, and I her earth.
By Stephanie Precourt,