Nim (Nemethne)
My daughter, second-to-last born of my line. If certain people weren’t so convinced that I was coming back to life, I would list her as a few weeks old, with dark skin and crazy hair and an adorably loud voice at three in the morning.
I’m sure she’s grown a bit since then. Too young for children of her own, so I like to imagine her helping her mom in the garden, in a pretty dress, something that complements her wide blue eyes. Maybe there’s a boy who has a crush on her, because really, who wouldn’t?
Life is such a beautiful place. I do hope, for her mother’s sake, that she’s stopped with the screaming.