When Dr. Henley placed the wet baby on Maria's breast she knew it was a special
child.
The baby stared into Maria's eyes for a long moment, then smiled. The new mother
returned the steady gaze. "Hello, Sedona."
****
As Sedona grew she didn't look at things, she saw them. She didn't listen to
sounds, she heard. She didn’t make gurgles and baby sounds, when it was time to
talk, she did. She didn’t crawl, when it was time, she stood, wobbled, and
walked. She smelled every flower and gave each a different magical name.
When Sedona was tall enough she stood at the front window and studied the lane
for hours.
"Why do trees dance?"
Maria walked to the window, placed a hand on her shoulder, "Because the wind
blows."
"When wind blows where does it go?"
"Somewhere."
"Where does that lane go?"
"Somewhere."
Sedona looked puzzled. "If it goes somewhere, it must go everywhere."
"It does."
****
Years later, Maria stood at the kitchen sink and washed lunch dishes as Sedona
walked in. "Mom, I'm going somewhere."
Maria watched soap bubbles ooze down the side of a glass. "I know."
The front door closed as Maria stood at the front window, drying hands on her apron. The young woman in the lane looked so small.
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