Wednesday, 8 January 2014

this is what matters

I held my breath, waiting until that electronic tone sounded loudly in my ear, unsure - or maybe just unwilling to accept that she'd hung up.  I resisted the white hot angry urge to throw it out of the window or to the floor or against the wall - anywhere, anywhere to get it as far away from me as possible.  I oh-so-carefully put the phone down on the kitchen worksurface, and he was next to me already. 

As his long arms wrapped tightly around me I could suddenly feel myself shaking, and I breathed deeply, trying to let go, but just shook more.  One hand smoothing my hair, the other stroking my back, his voice against my ear:
"What she's forgetting is that she was only my family by chance.  You are my family because I chose you."


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