Listen to Chloe Honum read her piece:
I have learned that to be in shock is a kind of mercy. I stayed there a long time. One winter, I was a preschool teacher. At recess, the children would pick things up and bring them to me as gifts. A pebble, a piece of bark, a dirty feather. Often the child would say, I got this for you. As in I have come back from a journey. As in I remembered. I learned the question who wants a story is always welcomed. The days were short. It was snowing.