A Kind of Immortal
When you don't have any blood relatives left in the world, you start to feel like you're disappearing.
For once, she knew exactly what he was feeling. He had been as alone for far longer. No one claimed him. No one loved him for his flesh and blood only. There was no one who peered into his face to see signs of himself, herself, in his eyes, nose, lips.
How miraculously, this had changed. With such thirsty eyes, they saw something of themselves, and each other, in the child she nursed in her arms.
And knew they would not disappear.