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..
Daughter: Will give me the access I need …
The mysterious, often disturbing, complex and dark, unfathomable workings of the human mind…?
Suddenly she’s staring at me with her huge, soft, melancholy eyes..
Daughter: I just need to be close to them, mother.