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    The Journey 39

    Laurel: “Bette” and there, Laurel has said her first word. “Bette” she points at me as she says it again.

    Instantly tears form in my eyes.  I carry Laurel as we make our way back. I want Tina to be here with us. I practically run with Laurel in my arms. Tina has to hear this.

     

    Tina’s morning

    I roll over and instantly I know Bette is not next to me. I roll onto my back and realize Bette is not in the room at all. I look up at the roof. I get up and look out the window. I am tired and cold. I wrap the sheep’s skin around me as I look outside, still drizzling. I see Bette sitting on the porch and it takes a second for me to realize that Laurel is with her. Bette is talking and pointing at something. I cannot hear what she is saying. Then they simultaneously look up, maybe at one of the big trees. Bette continue to point upwards. I watch them and smile. Laurel wriggles free and runs away from Bette, only to return and Bette picks her up and tickles her and puts her down again. Laurel giggles. She likes Bette I think. This goes on for a few minutes and then Laurel extends her hand. Bette doesn’t seem to know what it means. I take a step to go outside and then think I won’t. Let them work it out. I know what it means because as soon as Laurel could walk we used to walk around the garden at Bette and my house and we’d hold hands. Before that I’d carry her. I’d tell her stories about Bette and I from happier times. Soon she’d taken to extending her hand when she wanted to walk in the garden. It might be any garden, not just the one at home. I used to wonder what my ever so small daughter thought of it all. Laurel tugs on Bette’s top as hard as she can and Bette takes her hand. They disappear into the garden.

    Tina: “Oh Bette, I wish you’d been here.” I say out loud as I pull the last of my clothes on. I turn around when I hear something being placed on the table.

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    Comments

    1. what a beautiful moment. i m teary eyed at work, and late for a meeting. beautiful moments, you have once again captured another beautiful moment.

    2. That was so beautiful. Tina should feel proud that she’s done a good job with Laurel. Now, both she and Bette can do just as well or even better together in raising their daughter. Their interactions were lovely…thanks for the update. Please continue.

    3. This is by far one of my favorite stories. I wait anxiously for you to post and try my best to read each word with the slow and deliberate care they so deserve so I can make it last. Can’t wait for more.

    4. Smart kid…my first word was dog. Says something for my folks now doesn’t it? That was an amazing chapter, I love seeing Bette bond w/ her daughter, and Tina for giving them the opportunity to get to know one another.Please post soon

    5. Ahhh so fucking cute and adorable – please continue this way and the trust will come….I love B&T happy and in love!!! Bette and Laurel is so touching and when she said “Bette” I just melted :o))

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