Reunited

My time with Cecilia in Southern California took an unexpected turn from our planned (and deeply nostalgic) visit to Legoland to an impulsive whirlwind blast through Los Angeles, at her request. Make that her insistence. Once we were reunited and within driving distance of LA, Cecilia felt compelled to see her old school, our old apartment, eat at our favorite sushi restaurant and she wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. 

“Mama, I can’t remember what it was like to live with daddy. I can’t remember my school or my room. I can’t remember him being there. I can’t remember…his voice.”

The next morning, I packed the car.