Granddaddy Uno speaks chipmunk: they eat bread from his fingers. Nana Aili is trilingual: sew, knit and crochet. Aunt Mary speaks bird: when she walks outside, a white ibis follows her. My mother Alice, fluent in three languages: books, babies and men.
My immigrant grandparents from Finland brought special talents. My mother Alice's gifts are different from the other's. She asks her sister Mary, "Do you think I’m adopted?"
tarnished thimble
the winter landscape
empty
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