Was it releasing a puddle of tears on my shrink’s floor?
Was it a kneading massage from sixty-year-old Shelia?
Was it bopping to salsa music and eating a Cuban fried mashed potato ball?
Was it smelling sweetness while picking up bakery treats?
Was it watching Rhapsody hide under her coat while drawing castles at art class?
Was it seeing Bucky skip after he choose where we would eat dinner?
Was it running to the bedroom bay windows in jammies when thunder announced — Rain tap dance on The Hudson River was about to begin?
I don’t know. I just know I felt like living again. – Kate Kaiser
Kate Kaiser is a frequent contributor. Comments on this piece can be sent to: current@hudsonreporter.com.