The Siren
“I couldn’t have my true mother, but at least I had the Ocean. My brothers were gone, but I had sisters instead. I didn’t own my clothes, but I could borrow someone else’s. I had no real home, but I lived in a range of houses all over the world. I couldn’t go to college, but I could teach. I couldn’t have babies, but I could be a surrogate to the children at the schools. I couldn’t fall in love… Try as I may, there was never a situation that made up for that. I kept thinking time would erase that desire, or at least make it easier to bear. Nothing made it better. The only option was distraction.Learning sign language had taken only a few weeks. I devoted every waking moment to studying my new skill. Arriving at my first school, I signed up as a volunteer. That was easy. There was less paper if you volunteered. And paper made things difficult since I was every bit the nineteen-year-old now as I was in California. And Washington. And Texas.I was adored everywhere I went. I showed up eage...r and friendly and obviously fond of children.MoreLess
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