An early memory Not in the family album

I was 4.

Old enough to feel confusion-

Yet not know what it was.

It must have been their voices that woke me.


Dark-
The Night was like that in the cellar.

I walked towards their hushed patter.

Mom was there.

Dad was away.



There was someone else.



I didn't know the other woman.

They were laughing.

And I just looked.



I startled them beneath the blanket infront the woodstove.



It didn't feel right, but Mom said it was okay.

I had to believe her.

I was a child.