walking down the stairs in the house, I take a deep breath and start dinner. Blithe plays with his toys in the playpin and I check on him before yawning and turning the stove on.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I watch Blithe play while glancing over the job listings in the paper. As horrible as I might be at something, someone has to provide. Finding none, I sigh and set it down. I head into the kitchen and wrap my arms around Halee from behind.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands. — Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)