I think of Elena every time I see a pretty little girl’s party dress in the shop windows. I picture how her eyes would light up when I gave it to her and how she would run to show her Mama and her Gogo. But four year old Elena is far away, shedding her winter sweaters as I don mine. I can’t just walk over to the creche and watch her show off by riding the creche’s one little plastic scooter around and around and around the room, fast. She will have graduated from the creche by the time I return and I will miss her beauty pageant bathing suit walk down the aisle. She will be in the uniform of the public school child by the time I see her next. I miss her.
http://mapusharooibokme.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-spider-fingers.html
(a previous post on another blog about Elena 2 years ago)
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