The Fortune Teller's Daughter
“We made paper crafts on Mondays to sell outside the tent as souvenirs. This was before the fighting and the blaming, back when I thought my mother called the moon into the sky every night and granted wishes and cast love spells on tourists.
We didn’t go to the market on Mondays, the traffic was always too slow to bother, so instead we covered the kitchen table in paper and glue and made things that didn’t exist before.
While I worked on a mobile of origami cranes, she made something else, something secret. She wouldn’t let me see it until she was done, but I caught sight of her pressing silver brads through layers of cut paper when she thought I wasn’t looking.
When I was done I hung my mobile in the tiny kitchen window in our apartment that stared out into a trash alley between buildings. Light changed through the colored paper and the cranes turned as the flew in sweeping, measured circles.
When my mother finished, she stood with a crossbar of popsicle sticks between her fingers, fi...ne white thread dangling from each of the four corners.MoreLess
We didn’t go to the market on Mondays, the traffic was always too slow to bother, so instead we covered the kitchen table in paper and glue and made things that didn’t exist before.
While I worked on a mobile of origami cranes, she made something else, something secret. She wouldn’t let me see it until she was done, but I caught sight of her pressing silver brads through layers of cut paper when she thought I wasn’t looking.
When I was done I hung my mobile in the tiny kitchen window in our apartment that stared out into a trash alley between buildings. Light changed through the colored paper and the cranes turned as the flew in sweeping, measured circles.
When my mother finished, she stood with a crossbar of popsicle sticks between her fingers, fi...ne white thread dangling from each of the four corners.MoreLess
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