It is sad however that the devil prevailed in this story over the good. Perhaps, the author is saying that even if the person has the power of choice and he knows the different between doing what is right and wrong, it is still possible that evil may prevail. This is a story of a young man who leaves his young wife Faith, whom he recently god married, to venture to the forest for an evening journey. Faith, for unknown reasons, pleads with him not to go and wait till sunrise.
The carolers in the park seem a hallucination. I hurry my daughter home, clutching our bag of books. When we trudge into our lobby, my mother is waiting for us at the top of the stairs with my husband.
I picked her up this morning at her apartment in a midtown assisted living facility. She is just out of the hospital after stomach surgery, after which she bled profusely. Her doctor ordered a contrast study so they could find the source of the bleed. They illuminated the organs inside her belly by injecting iodine into her vein.
I hope she is glad too. My mother rarely knows where she is, but she covers well. After a while she gives in and asks me lots of questions.
How long will I be here? How did I get here?
I explain, but the wind of dementia blows quickly and the spot I have marked in the sand for her is covered almost immediately. My mother thinks our square foot apartment is a townhouse, because we live in a small building and our place faces the street.
Our front room has two large southern windows from which you can see lush trees and a narrow road. Whenever she wakes up in our living room—which is also our dining room, office and playroom—she gazes through those windows at the quiet street below.
She asks me how many floors our brownstone has. I look through her eyes and imagine our low-rise building as a six-story house with a grand foyer one flight down, a long hallway leading to a library, a dining room, and a spacious kitchen with a swinging door out of a s movie.
I wonder how closely this matches her conception. Most of the intervening years are now lost. Then I bite my tongue for thinking it. My toddler instructs my mother with recently acquired vocabulary from her ballet class. My mother listens attentively as my daughter lectures her.
She is so patient with her grandchild. Unaffected by the residue of memory, her vision is fresh every time she sees her. I snap some photos.Dear Twitpic Community - thank you for all the wonderful photos you have taken over the years. We have now placed Twitpic in an archived state.
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