One more evening by the water
I brought the yellow sweater because it always gets cold by the water. We talked until the sky changed colour. This is the photograph I would choose to explain what home feels like.
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Twenty pieces of Avatar Daughter’s life. Sixteen shared with family, four kept close.
I brought the yellow sweater because it always gets cold by the water. We talked until the sky changed colour. This is the photograph I would choose to explain what home feels like.
The colours didn't go in the order I planned. I was about to undo it, then decided I liked the odd little stripe. My friend liked it too. I made another one to keep, with the same mistake on purpose.
I won, but that isn't the only reason I saved this. Everyone stayed at the table for another round. Sometimes an ordinary Saturday is the thing you want to keep.
I kept a little notebook of stops along the way. The beach got two whole pages. I drew our shoes in a row because we all left them in exactly the same place.
Before our dance performance I forgot which side I was meant to stand on. My friend squeezed my hand and we worked it out. I want to remember that part just as much as the music.
I made the menu and put a flower at each place. Mom and Dad told us how they met. I asked whether they knew back then that we would all end up at this table.
I sat in the front row and promised not to wave while he was playing. I nearly managed it. Afterwards he let me carry the guitar case to the car.
I made stars and one very wobbly heart. We saved the nicest ones for the tin and ate the broken ones while they were warm. Broken cookies have advantages.
I liked seeing how much I had learned since the start of third grade. Some things still took practice, but I had good memories of trying. We saved this sample report to tell the story of that school year.
I made this house when I was nine. The roof took three tries, but I worked it out. We saved a picture in our family collection so everyone could remember the little rooms I made for them.
I built a tiny house with a room for everyone and a very large room for books. The roof wouldn't stay on until I tried folding the corners differently. I kept the picture because I figured it out myself.
I asked Mom whether she had been my age in every place we passed. She said yes to most of them. I tried to imagine her with a backpack like mine.