Lunar 4

The night before my mother departed South Day to return to her Macanese home, she peered out the Odyssey window on our way back to W's and wistfully observed:

When we'd just arrived, it was almost full moon. Tonight it's almost full moon again.

I was taken aback. I had never thought of my mother as sentimental/poetic. I mean, dang! That was almost zen.

I had scarcely thought of my mother as a person.

I proceeded to realize neither my mother nor i had witnessed the moon full during our reunion.

Symbolic? You bet. Am i my mother's daughter? Grudgingly so. But there is peace in that pool.