This series in progress is about my daughter Lora (8). Or perhaps more about how she, unwittingly, accompanied me through a dark episode of anxiety and depression. Where she sometimes simultaneously was the cause and the cure.
“Papa, I’ll tell you a secret. In the past, there were no donkeys. And if we can keep this a secret until I am seven, the secret will become a diamond.”
“If you’re old, you’re either ugly or dead.”
“There. I threw you into the loster. Now you are lost.”
“Papa, I think I find you quite useful sometimes. What does useful mean?”
"Papa, does everyone die?"
"Yes, sweetheart. Everyone."
“Outside is very, very big.”