Marissa Olivier
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Mommy's Scared
I think about the first time we locked eyes moments after her birth. I saw a familiar soul and a face I somehow already recognized. In that minute I made the connection that every mother makes and never before had I felt so complete. The first few days were so scary - I was completely responsible for everything she needed.
By Marissa Olivier5 years ago in Families
My Father's Hands
My Father’s Hands His face is fading in my memory. I try to hold on, but his hands are what is clear to me. The smooth, straight fingers had clean, short nails. His second finger slanted slightly at the tip, which he had cut off while slicing food for us. The doctor stitched it together at an angle, and it remained that way. The back sides, lightly specked with freckles and sparsely covered with dark hair, had begun to show signs of age. On the underside, the skin was stretched so tight and smooth that the identifying lines seemed barely perceptible.
By Marissa Olivier5 years ago in Families
