Chapter 46: Absinthe child

"Do you understand what I meant by this dear memory album of ours, sister?" Myrtle asked by running her finger over the leather cover of the album.

Artemisia just sighed, trying to undo that painful knot that was forming inside her.

It was as if the veins of the heart were twisting at such sadness.

"No, sister..." She felt like sitting down, but just kept standing. No matter what impact would be played against the young woman, falling was useless.

"You're so insignificant to our parents, especially Mom. You don't even have a name of one of our grandmothers, or our dear aunt who cared for Dad when Grandma died." The woman stood up like a queen, majestically in that damn sky blue dress. "There's no picture of you, there's no notes on how you grew up happy and healthy. It doesn't."

If the young woman could throw herself out of the window, she would.

"That doesn't mean anything." Artemisia said with the shred of desire she had left to continue that conversation.

"Exactly! You me