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| Manelka Bryan Tomasovich |
My wife will call out to our child with the right accent, for its name will not be American. I would need to travel back in time to pronounce it just so but the language the child knows from birth in the Old Country will shape its jaw and the countenance of those ancestors
in the clouds will come alive.Great-Grandpa Krist...his first wife, before Katerína, died in childbirth with the baby. I'm sure he would have chosen to die. Instead, he set out for America. Day by day he watched his wife become a mother. Then, he abandons home. How not to? Somewhere in Milwaukee lies a rotten hull of a ship where my great-grandpa forced hope on himself, then struggled up to the island that is America. My wife asks me to feel the baby inside and to listen. Sometimes, when her belly is quiet, I think both have died. That they will go on expecting right into the dark. Then a beautiful rain of hiccup
and heartbeat comes and I know a new home is ahead.Krist, I got a family coming now, and we are going against wishes. What was your baby's name to be? You brought danger to your wife. We all do. Babies come out one way or another, we know that one thing. Even now we are warned
about ways our baby could die. Remindedof how bad people have it outside America. They have in mind, Krist, us godforsaken immigrants. |
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