I met one of my neighbors yesterday. She came to drop off some dinner for me. With it came a letter from my seanmhair that explained how to get along with my mythical roommate. She called it a brownie or brúinidh in Gaelic. I was confused at first but reading it brought back some memories of my summer visits.

Seanmhair would be sitting on the porch crocheting as she watched me run around the yard. There were floating, specks of light that followed me. I can’t remember what they resembled then. Other times I would help to pour cream into a saucer. It would be under the cuckoo clock, and every morning I would rush to see if it was empty. Sometimes we would add some cake to it.