Repressed Memories Of A Trans Beginning — An Urban NYC Story

An Urban Transgender Literary Fiction Story | Part 4 of 5

Alma has intimate conversations with her mother and has to contend with a heartbreaking event.

She started opening the curtains in mommy’s room every morning to encourage her to rise and meet the day. The woman had spent a long time in perpetual dreariness, in and out of sleep, not sure whether it was day or night. Alma just wanted her to have some semblance of a normal routine. Mommy was very resistant to it at first. She would curse, call her names, and demand to be left alone, but Alma remained persistent, even when a pair of reading glasses were tossed at her head. She would swallow her pride, make a witty joke, and crack the window.

When the home health aide came by, Alma followed her around the apartment to make sure that she did her job. And, when Esme came to check on them, she gave her a list of supplies that she and mommy had put together.

Once, she got mommy to come into the living room and sit on the couch for a while. She learned that the woman had not been in her own living room for over a month. That made Alma very sad, but she hid her tears by retreating to the kitchen to cook dinner. And such…