December 13, 2010
As if to accentuate Mother's eccentricity, she had no husband. I didn't have a father. Not only that, I did not have a father's family. It was as if he had never existed, and my mother did not speak about it, the same as she did not speak about the demon in the mountains the way other children's parents did. There were many things she would not discuss. Our craft utterly consumed her attention, as if it was the only thing worth consideration. To talk about anything else, she would have to admit how different we were from other people.