Kelly Maurica

All That Matters

Jeannie sat down at her desk in the middle of the tiny nursery and began to write the letter. The nursery was not fancy, but it held all the conveniences that a baby growing into a toddler would need. Jeannine's brother, Anthony, had painted a mural beside the crib–the moon and the stars in a night sky and when you turned the lights off, the glow in the dark paint cast the room in a celestial glow. The mobile, the stars and moon, hummed softly in the background and created a peace that rivalled the chaos that was constantly filling her mind.