March 2012
1 post
One Day
When the holidays began, mother stood by the window in the living room for long periods of time, a hot cup in her hand, sipping in long intervals. From this window you could see the street, which daddy would come down now any minute. Eventually he appeared, a tall man in a dark overcoat, disfigured by layers of vests, shirts and sweaters, pushing a shiny, silvery cart filled with...
