The past beats inside me like a second heart.
~John Banville~
Sophie
"She was beautiful, your mother"
My grandmother said one morning. I was standing by the kitchen sink washing dishes, singing out of tune and she was seated on one chair on the small dinning table placed on the opposite side of the sink. Leaning back, her small fingers crossed on her tummy. I didn't say a thing but I swear my heart stopped for a millisecond.
This talk was to be held after our new year celebration but I guess my she didn't plan on waiting. I wasn't ready to hear it at this time, I had programmed my mind to be ready by then, to hear it all, but not now, not at this minute. I wasn't ready.
She looked lost and sad, or maybe her brain was re-living the past, her eyes looked misty, looking through the o
