Fortune Cookie

by | Jul 29, 2010 | 0 comments

In the winter, when you had returned from the fall tour- my parents graciously volunteered to watch Audrey so that we could reconnect and have a “date.”

We decided to check out a soup dumpling place nearby that I heard was authentic and rivaled the ones in Chinatown. You had taken me to Joe Shanghai’s and we visited another place next to the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory quite frequently. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to find it myself now. You were so good at navigating those confusing little streets in the heart of Chinatown. I’d just take your hand…
It was a small restaurant- semi-clean, with curt service, but the soup dumplings were authentic and we enjoyed our time together slurping them out of the porcelain soup spoons.
When it was over, we opened up our fortune cookies. One of them said, “You will move to a wonderful new home within the year.” I am looking at it right now. I saved it because I desperately wanted us to find a home this year. We were looking with a realtor and had visited a mortgage broker, but it was tough finding anything in our price range in this area. So I kept that fortune and stuck it in the corner of a framed picture of Audrey at 4 months on our dresser; not because I believe in fortunes or astrology or anything like that. Just because it gave me hope and I thought maybe it was a reminder from God.
Now…all I can think about since your death is this: Who got that fortune? Was it actually mine, or yours. And I am fairly certain, 99% sure…it was yours.


July 29, 2010


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