Diamond, or a Fleeting Moment From Childhood


“Mom, you know what I ‘m gonna do when you die?”

“Oh my God…what?”

“I’m gonna take your ashes and I’m gonna turn you into a diamond. There’s this guy that does that. He invented a process and he turns dead people’s ashes into diamonds.”

“Oh, wow! That’s amazing!”

“Yes. You will be a diamond, on my nightstand.”

“And what color diamond do you think I will be?”

“Blue, because that’s how they all turn out.”

“I see. I love you, Baby.”

“I love you, too, Mom.”