Not all arrive. A rosemaled trunk is symbolic of my emigrant Norwegian family with their ill teen-age daughter. She didn’t fear death, but burial at sea. The chest became her casket until sharks harassed the boat. She was found – burial at sea.
The trunk stayed in the family; so has the child, wandering the home of every family member who has her last dry bed.
Hindsight: an independent international adoption, 2 weeks’ notice, six key people with a variation of the name Mary. Mara – Norwegian for Mary. No, she didn’t look like a “Katherine.” Mara was finally coming home.
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