Talia Zisman
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I started leaving Savannah paper cranes when she asked what hope was for the first time. That morning, on her sixth birthday, I placed a paper crane on her windowsill. From then on, every time she asked, I would leave her one, even when she did not know she was asking. I heard her when she failed her first middle school math exam, and again when her grandmother passed away. I heard her when she did not get into her first choice college, and when she graduated from her second choice. I heard her when she laughed in love and when she cried because she thought heartbreak was the worst pain. And, when she spent three days in a hospital bed, when she just needed to find the end, I heard her. Then, I heard her recover. Find a job, and for a while, she was quiet. But, still, I was there. Like a human choking, coughing is a sign they are alright, but silence. Her silence worried me, and love, my love for her captured me. And so, even when she is silent, I am there.
By Talia Zisman5 years ago in Wander
