The first time the message came from a robin. P was four but she wasn’t afraid because her mom’s name was Robin. That was the first time P realized she didn’t look like her mom. She didn’t look like her dad either. But the park was full of people who looked like her. The next year the message came from a tree. She didn’t tell her parents about the messages.
Her parents didn’t keep secrets. Adoption was one of her first words. They tried to answer as many of her questions as possible; that’s how she found out her name meant apple and her family name meant bird.
Every year they took her to the Cherry Blossom festival at High Park and every year she got a message of benediction from her ancestors. But this was the first time P had seen this species. She didn’t dare ask and risk missing the message. She wondered what it meant that there were two of them. The messages had gotten more difficult to intuit since turning twelve. She had started losing the language. Maybe she needed to concentrate more. She could feel them looking at her but she didn’t understand. Maybe they were talking about her, which was fine, she was used to being talked about now.
8 min in bed on 5.4.13
source of inspiration: Cherry Blossoms in High Park
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