The Language That Does Not Yet Exist

Before we spoke about her own biomarker result, she spoke about her mother.She told me that, at first, a few words had begun to go missing: the name of a neighbor, a kitchen utensil.One day, her mother opened a cupboard in her own home and stood still, as if someone had moved everything she knew.Then came the repeated questions, answered first patiently, then quickly, and finally with a tired tenderness.The family had learned to say goodbye in pieces.