It’s like capturing a moment in time. Eight and a half. You played with beads and doll house. You loved reading Moomin and Yotsuba. You did homeschool work at your desk. In this room you listened to audio books. You wanted to join the Melendy’s and the Penderwick’s. In this bed you slept and grew. In these four walls your life carried on though the outside world seemed to lose its balance, fighting a world pandemic and civil rights movement. We talked about these topics of course, but in your room, in your imagination, you dreamed of a more just and safe world for us all.
1 thought on “Clover’s room”
she looks just like her mother