Christine Abir Today

“You have your grandmother’s ears,” her mother would say, brushing Christine’s dark hair from her face. “Abir could hear the truth beneath the truth.”

Listen not with fear, but with love. And when your own time comes to walk beneath the waves, you will find me waiting on the sand floor, shells in my hair, ready to hear everything you saved. christine abir

Christine spun around. No one was there. Just gulls, and the tide crawling up the sand. “You have your grandmother’s ears,” her mother would

But sometimes, if the wind is right and the tide is low, you can hear her laugh—a young woman laughing alone at the edge of the sea—and just beneath her voice, another, older laugh, rising from the deep. “You have your grandmother’s ears

My dearest Christine,