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Good luck.

Dear MomWhat might have temporarily removed me from parakeet-feeding duty at age 8 is anyone’s guess; perhaps I was at camp. Blueboy was my friend and companion, but, more urgently, my responsibility — another way in which I might prove or fail.

With careful loops and links, I test newly learned script, forego “Mommy” for what I intuited was the more mature and less needy “Mom” and sign my name in reverse order — Yduj — not mirror-writing, but a turnaround that offered the possibility of a secret identity. I remember, at the dinner table, my father sounding out our “other” name — Grebnielk — with a kind of gutteral messiness that made me laugh.

It’s unlikely my mother would have forgotten to feed Blueboy, but she had no affection for the bird and I wasn’t taking any chances. Already, the written word was talisman against such failure.

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4 responses to “Good luck.

  1. kristin October 13, 2015 at 9:15 am

    Good one Yudy!
    Nitsirk

  2. ccrooksphoto October 14, 2015 at 4:38 pm

    Such a wonderfully sweet pieces. The note is priceless. Hope you’ve framed it and put a photo of Bluebird in with it!

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