Chapter Eleven
Perhaps I’ll remember these day because the aroma of Eucalyptus stings my nostrils. But then everything stings me. The air I breathe. The clothes I wear. Every picture I see before my eyes of life going on without the kind of pain I feel. I see faces smiling, hear laughter and the sound of children giggling in the marketplace. My body is moved hearing the songs of the choir, and then those ardent and alive cries of a female being purified. I wish with all my heart I could experience one instant of joy again.
Teagan has been gone three weeks now. I kept her happy for a few weeks, but then slowly, without my realizing what was happening, the happiness seemed to disappear a smile at a time. A moment of laughter suppressed, words left unsaid, a gentle touch not offered,
