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‘If your mammy tries to leave me, maybe I’ll throw us all off the back cliff,’ I sing to the baby.

ok i giggled at this

not even surprised at this point

what the hell

He doesn’t have to look at it every day. It doesn’t hover nearby at all times, ruining his life. He can’t see it for what it is because he has the luxury of never looking straight at it. He has the luxury of looking away.

He hogs all the feelings in this withered house. He is swollen with guilt and pressed down with disappointment. He leaks tears like bilge water. It’s a relief when he goes.

Through the books I learned about things I didn’t have and things I wouldn’t do.

I don’t know what they mean or how they apply to me, but they seem to orbit my mother and I am her wretched satellite. Are they trying to see if I will end up like this? I would like to know too. But that’s hard when I don’t know what this is.

Nothing ever reaches for me. Móraí’s hands are practical. They carry out tasks.

"Island mothers outside the shop reached for their children and their children shook them off with impatience, sure in the knowledge that the mother was always at their back ready to lay loving hands."

hahahahah ok 👍