Morning thoughts
Mar. 27th, 2003 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidNow that the ice on the Charles has melted, there are curves of ever-changing reflections of light and shadow from the river's surface on the underside of the arches of the bridge spanning it.
Having a cold in Doha: a catarrh in Qatar.
There was a story in the paper (from today's Globe) about a girl who has gotten back home four years after being kidnapped by a neighbor. She left aged 11, returns at 15... as the mother of two kids. I wonder how she's going to reintegrate into her family, into her old yet completely changed life. I wonder how things worked that she was able to contact authorities now, not previously. I wonder what her life was like for those "lost years." It's not like those will ever get to fade, with her children there to remind her of it all. Two births before she's sixteen... And her parents are happy to have her back, but will have to learn this reasonably new person (and their grandchildren). There must be sadness mixed in, that she's changed in ways they don't care for/wouldn't have chosen for her. How do all the mundane things get worked out? School, having enough space in the house, stuff like that. There's so much plot in there. I wish I had more ability to turn this into a story.
Having a cold in Doha: a catarrh in Qatar.
There was a story in the paper (from today's Globe) about a girl who has gotten back home four years after being kidnapped by a neighbor. She left aged 11, returns at 15... as the mother of two kids. I wonder how she's going to reintegrate into her family, into her old yet completely changed life. I wonder how things worked that she was able to contact authorities now, not previously. I wonder what her life was like for those "lost years." It's not like those will ever get to fade, with her children there to remind her of it all. Two births before she's sixteen... And her parents are happy to have her back, but will have to learn this reasonably new person (and their grandchildren). There must be sadness mixed in, that she's changed in ways they don't care for/wouldn't have chosen for her. How do all the mundane things get worked out? School, having enough space in the house, stuff like that. There's so much plot in there. I wish I had more ability to turn this into a story.