Someday||Portland

Fade In. Kitchen in the early morning. Sunlight trickles in, but just barely. Indy sits at kitchen counter eating honey yogurt. I enter into room and watch him for a minute. He asks if I could please hold him, so I pick him up. After a few moments, I am feeling reflective and nostalgic and tender towards my son, but also my arms are aching. This prompts me to say: I can’t believe how big you are! You are almost FIVE and someday you will be a man with a moustache and big feet… And he says: I DO NOT want to! And so I say: Don’t want to what? And then he says: Be a man with a moustache! And so I say: Well, what do you want to be? And he says: I want to grow-up and be a GIRL someday. And then I say: You can be anything you want to be someday. And then he asks if he could please watch some Lady Gaga now. Fade out.

there's no place like home.


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