As a child, I would secretly climb onto my Grandparent's bed, reach my hand into the small shell that the angel held to touch the holy water that she carried. I would bless myself, as my Grandparents did every evening before they went to bed.
When I left America to come to live in France, my Grandmother gave me her angel.
When I left California to come to live in France I sold or gave away my belongs and brought one suitcase. In it were some clothes, my pillow, a photo of my family, a potholder my mother made when she was a child, a Joy of Cooking cookbook, a salad spinner, the angel font my grandmother gave me and a journal.
What would you bring if you went to live on the other side of the world?
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