Trans Sibling Reunion Goes Awry — An Urban NYC Story
An Urban Transgender Literary Fiction Story | Part 2 of 5
Alma visits her mother‘s luxury building in Prospect Heights.
That night, she dreamt about her mother.
She was a child again, of nine years, and they were back in that tiny apartment in Morris Heights, when daddy was still around. Alma lay on the rug at the foot of the couch sharpening a red colored pencil. Mommy had sharpened the rest of the pack and was laying out the parchment paper on the coffee table. It felt like the evening time, as the windows caught the full glow of the sun and bathed the living room in warm gold.
“Come, my love. Bring me your talent.”
She did just that. Her thoughts slipped out of time for a moment and she took hold of her mother’s sleeve, pressing her cheek against her arm. She wanted to hold on to her, to feel her, and to smell her, as if she knew that they were running out of time. Mommy leaned over, kissed her cheek, and whispered into her ear, “Don’t worry, mijo. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” It was comforting in a way that could never be exceeded.
They worked together on the canvas, etching with nearly all the colors in the pack. Alma drew herself, mommy, Esme, and…
