7/6/2023 0 Comments The butterfly cabinet book![]() ![]() ![]() If it’s not the exact day, it’s not far off it. When I was born, Daddy went to register the birth but not having had much schooling he wasn’t sure of the date. At least, it’s the day I call my birthday. You couldn’t have known it, but you’ve come on my birthday, of all days. I suppose we’re none of us interested in the stories of our people till we have children of our own to tell them to. And then they can’t get enough of it, peering after it, asking it where it’s been. It’s an odd thing, isn’t it, the way the past has no interest for the young till it comes galloping up on the back of the future. Sure, why else would you be here? I know by the face of you there’s a baby on the way, even if you’re not showing. There’s not much change on you, apart from what we both know. You’re the spit of your mother standing there-Florence, God rest her-and you have the light of her sharp wit in your eyes. RESIDENT, ORANMORE NURSING HOME PORTSTEWART, NORTHERN IRELANDĪnna. ![]()
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