“ Sometimes I’d sit down next to her on the couch, open a magazine, and flip through the pictures, pointing to things-a baby, a dog, a car. ‘Show me soof, Mama. Is this soof? Is this?’ ... ‘Tea, Heidi? She’d say. ‘Tea?’ With anybody else I might’ve thought offering to get me tea right then was a way of changing the subject in order to avoid having to answer the question…
But I knew Mama didn’t understand what I was asking. She could tell that I wanted something, and she didn’t want to disappoint me, so she offered me one of the