The young mother watched from the window. Watched as her daughter pumped thin legs to pendulum herself higher into the blue morning. Listened to the small saucer-eyed girl sprinkle waves of giggles across the back yard. Wished she could feel the digging of knobby knees when the child monkeyed onto her lap. Day dreamt again the days just after the crash. Days when her husband held her close, whispered her name. wished her husband home. The door remained shut. That last night he had smiled, told her he was going out. Going out to buy a pair of mockingbirds.
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