These days. She is learning to count. Numbers and pencils. Friends. My days off work. Our Sunday trips to bookstore. Teddies. Stars on her hairband. Her little fingers and toes.
One evening. Found my girlhood dreams of bangles and trinklets. In a forsaken casket of yesterlife. Put on a few just like that.
She looked closely at the wrist that is usually tied with a steel timekeeper. Held my hand with both of hers. Jingled my bangles merrily. And counted back my dreams for me.
