Not only sadness but love and joy.

“How many more deaths can we bear?” my grandmother sighed. I thought so too and asked if life was like this, “Always sadness and tears?” My grandmother had no immediate answer but held me tight. After a long pause she said, “No child, what we have between us is not only sadness but love and joy.”

HEART ON ICE BY UTE CARSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 87

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