I take a meditative stroll through my thoughts and run the wide-tooth afro comb through her  hair. I am so enjoying this: the sweet scent of coconut oil and the rare, peaceful bubble that is me plus her…

Daughter: Do you think a career in forensic psychology..

After a long pause..

Me: Yes..?

Daughter: Will give me the access I need …

Me: To?

The mysterious, often disturbing, complex and dark, unfathomable workings of the human mind…?

Daughter: Cadavers..

Suddenly she’s staring at me with her huge, soft, melancholy eyes..  

Daughter: I just need to be close to them, mother.