Once upon  time there was a little girl who lived very happily with her Mummy and Daddy. Then, one day, the world changed. Her Mummy disappeared. She was surrounded by people in a strange place. But none of the people belonged to her and she didn’t belong to them.

She lived in this new world and, gradually, the new world started to live in her. Old memories faded.

But then everything changed again. The people were all gone. Something about this new place was dimly familiar. And the person who fed her and dressed her. She called her Grandma.

But it wasn’t Grandma; it was her own mother, oddly changed.

The Grandma person didn’t belong to her. She belonged to that strange mewling creature in the crib. In time she leaned to call her Mummy. But she wasn’t her Mummy. Never again would she be hers.

Who rejected whom? Did the mother reject the child by going away? Or did the child reject the mother by failing to recognise her?

About Rosalie Squires

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4 Responses to Rejection

  1. Curly Miri says:

    Intriguing and beautiful.

  2. RoSy says:

    Hmmmm…My first thought – perhaps the mummy. But – can’t really say. Lots of unanswered questions – just like in real life.

  3. torimcrae says:

    This reminds me of when I had my last child. His next oldest sister was just 14 months old when he was born. My absence displeased her and this former “extreme mommy’s girl” wouldn’t have anything to do with me for two weeks.

  4. Thank you all for your comments. Rosy, I think Tori has proved you right.

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