1/25/23
Mother. It’s taken me a year to find the courage to write to you. I don’t like it here, and I miss you so much. When you died the others buried your body in a field. There’s all kinds of flowers there, they told us that’s where all the other mothers were buried as well, it’s beautifully tragic. The others said there’s a fifty percent chance of you being reborn, it’ll take a while, but that’s okay. My lifespan is three thousand years, I have time. I added pages to your notebook, you filled it up from the last 2 years. Most of the pages are about me, but the ones about you are the ones I treasure. I cry when I read your journal it feels like I’m looking through your eyes. If you are reborn, I’ll show you all my favorite places to sit, and the clear pond. All the newborns go there to get blessed. They never go back once they’re blessed, but I go back. I visit Mrs. Stanes secretly, she bakes me cakes and tells me about the first time she met you. I’ve heard the story about one hundred and twenty times, but it never gets old. I’ll write to you every day mama, every day until I’m either dead or you’re reborn. So, until then I guess I should properly introduce myself to you. My name is Jazis and I guess this is my coping notebook now.
Ps. The next total solar eclipse is on April 8, 2024. I look forward to that mother.
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Mia's Coping Journal
KurzgeschichtenMy name is Mia Hernandez and I'm a thirty year old infertile woman. This journal's purpose is to provide emotional relief as well as helping me "cope" through my... situation. I'm coping, coping just fine actually. This is the introduction page and...
