My Mother, a Belmont, and Me

I can tell my mom about the back alley crystal trade of fantasy 17th century Transylvania. Show her a map of how towns, marshes, the decrepit mansions of Count Dracula’s Best Buddies are all connected into a full and layered world. Explain the bizarre and exciting journey she joined me on without even realizing it. She watched as strange men in dark rooms tried to sell me garlic, holy water, the aforementioned laurels, and a bizarre woman tried to make me live with her — but her experience can’t match mine. She can appreciate my love, but can she understand or share it?

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