Pretend play

This year I couldn't come up with any special way to celebrate you. I keep being at the "talking to the wall" phase, where no matter what I do, you don't come back. Not that I don't know that's a self-evident truth, but sometimes I can't help wishing that an act of mine could bring you back.

I was crying in the park talking to Titi on the phone as Nen was playing. At the beginning, I was able to convince Nen to let me talk a bit longer, but then he didn't want to wait anymore, so I had to hung up. I told him the reason for my sadness. I explained what an anniversary was, and why mine wasn't happy. Then I had an idea.

Nen and I played a pretend play. While I was on the phone, he had collected a few pine cones of different sizes. We imagined the biggest one to be daddy, the medium one to be me, and the small one was Nen. He had two others in his dump truck, and he said they were grandma and grandpa. We played a day in our imaginary lives.

We woke up, had breakfast, daddy went to work, mommy took him to school and went to work, then daddy picked him up at school and they two arrived home. Mommy had to work a bit longer and arrived later. Grandma had cooked a yummy dinner for everyone. Then daddy took him to bed and read him a book.

We dreamed. For one day, we dreamed we had a normal life.