Fiona let out a sound—half sob, half laugh. “You’re not angry?”
“I want to know everything about her,” Rosa whispered. “What music she liked. What made her laugh. Will you tell me?” mama fiona confession
Fiona nodded slowly. “I did it for her. And then, very quickly, I did it for you. Because you became my daughter in every way that mattered. I forgot, sometimes, that you weren’t mine by blood. And then I would remember, and the guilt would eat another piece of my heart.” Fiona let out a sound—half sob, half laugh
Rosa was quiet for a long time. The rain began to lighten. Finally, she reached over and took her mother’s hand—the hand that had buttoned her coats, wiped her tears, held her tight during thunderstorms. Fiona let out a sound—half sob