I talk with my mum.
She talks about her mum.
Mum has the tear in her eye,
The brittle voice, the trembling lips, the shaking hand.
I don't understand.
My mum died.
I talk with my daughter.
I have the brittle voice, the trembling lips, the shaking hand,
The constant struggle for control, control, control.
Emotions.
My daughter does not understand, yet.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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