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Dear Miss Metropolitan by Carolyn Ferrell ePub PDF free download – The mother worked the night shift, meaning we only heard her footsteps when dawn was about to crack. Sometimes she crept into our room and pulled the sweaty hair from our faces and kiss-kissed us. Sometimes she straightened the covers, the colonial bedspread, the tiger print throw from Dollar Haven. Slaap, kindje, slaap, daar buiten loopt een schaap. The night sky changed from a purple bruise to a rust-sweet surprise, and we often awoke singing along with her. Een schaap met witte voetjes, die drinkt zijn melk zo zoetjes. We rose, dressed without concern, ignored our bellies, opened the front door.
Slaap, kindje, slaap. On a good day people would come up to us on the street and say, Lady, you got yourself some gorgeous kids! We loved that. Yogurt, eggs, fresh Wonder bread from CTown, a pair of Almond Joys—but only if we promised to always listen! I don’t want to tell you kids again! In another life, the mother had been a little Dutch girl—her father wore wooden shoes, just like in a fairy tale—and because she subsequently was disowned by him for falling in love with Zwarte Piet, we became her burden, her impossible dreams. To fight the impossible foe. Sleep, children, sleep. The three of us were colored three different shades of dark (think: coconut, fig, and raisin), but people on the street understood we belonged to one another: the mother’s nose was our nose, her crow’s feet ours, too. People would gush: Lady, can I steal one of these kids from you, the pair of them look so daggone cute!