It's the pig's birthday. I had grand plans, but Rosie was just as content with her egg breakfast as a parade.
"We will do a parade at a later date," she said. "I'd like my eggs now."
I held Rudy a lot this morning and thought of all the loss he'd had in a year too. I told him I lost my mom. I told Wilbur too. The Head Troll probably knew before I did. I fed Boone and told him my mom went away. Stevie stretched his neck for his morning kiss. Raggedy Man and Professor hung out by the wall with me as they ate hay.
I sought any messages in wind or sky but felt none. But then two geese flew over head, honking. I'm sure it was my parents, actually, there is no doubt it was them.
