She seemed larger than I remember.
She grew to be a giant. I remember her small frame, blonde hair, and sharp nose
that fit her foreignness so elegantly. Maybe the prettiest nose I’ve ever seen
on a woman? But now her giant body cast large shadows on the wall and obscured
the light that was behind her back. Why was she wearing an old blue nightgown
that belonged to my grandmother? Suddenly, there was a shift and she became normal
size and I was reduced to a small phantom. She looked older now. She never once
spoke to me. And maybe if she did her heavy words would pin me to the floor.
She kept her distance and never looked me in the eye.
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