My daughter always looks up.
She’s bored of what we’ve got here on land
even when we’re somewhere nice, beautiful actually.
She lies on the blanket and refuses to look at anything but up.
Our stay at Lake Burns has been simple, well-deserved.
The other kids laugh and cry but my daughter sits quietly.
Jane says I should be grateful for this rare version of motherhood. I miss Jane.

– Lillian Tzanev