Thursday, June 12, 2008

Blog With A View

At the end of us all being a family she moved into our childhood bedroom and never left.

Now when I sit beside her I see what I looked at for hours before I learned to talk and what I looked at after I learned to say nothing.

1 comment:

Bucko said...

Childhood walls have so much more to say than adulthood walls. I wonder if that is why she moved into the room....