she came to him that night. Not the woman, no, not this time. But the child, becoming a woman, not fully a woman. she sat cross legged beside and looked on.
“ It's hard, isn’t it?”
where was he to begin? he thought to himself. He didn’t know. so kept quiet at her question.
“ I’m here for you Jasper.” She reached out and held his hand. “ You’re not alone.” He looked at their linked hands, he knew he was dreaming. knew himself to be sleeping, but it felt all so real. the gratitude he felt, the strength he felt radiating from her. it felt real, it felt good. He squeezed her hand, making her smile and resting her head on his shoulder.
The child, he thought. He didn’t know what to make of the woman, bu he knew to tend the child. he could care for the child. he could take this Journey, when
