A Cycle

Now I'm in the calm after the storm--and it's worse than the calm before the storm because this quiescence is final. No matter how hard I try, how passionate I feel, there is no going back.

The epoch of Nancie is over, its cycle complete, all too hideous and bitter to take. When Grandma took her home for that first month, she made a decision to keep her against the doctor's warning. What other loving, caring, selfless person would do otherwise? The mother instinct kicked in and that was that, she was adopted, because my grandmother had a good heart.