Mother tongue
Mother tongue
摘要: Fiction
Mother tongue
A story about erasure
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Jenny Williams
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August 21, 2026
“Daddy?” Theo curled against my side i
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Mother tongue
A story about erasure
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Jenny Williams
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August 21, 2026
“Daddy?” Theo curled against my side in bed. “Where do words go when they die?”
I’d orchestrated the bedtime routine flawlessly: bath (taken), teeth (brushed), potty (tinkled), books (two), song (one, poorly sung), and snuggle (his chin on my second rib). Now was the moment when our son’s eyelids were supposed to flutter gently closed, his breath sighing into a slower rhythm. Like clockwork; like magic. You remember how easy it was, don’t you? All those nights you were at his side instead of me?
“Well, kiddo,” I said, scratching my beard. “Words aren’t really alive to begin with. Not like you and I are alive.”
“Not like Mommy was alive?” The way he said the word
: Like a word he’d already started to unlearn.
A lump caught in my throat. “Right. Not like Mommy.”
“But words do die,” he insisted. “They get dead.”
That was when I realized what he meant. One of the preschool teachers must have had the news on in the background. I couldn’t blame them, given the circumstances. I wondered how much Theo had absorbed—whether he understood the blade’s edge of survival that humanity stood on, teetering.
“You’re talking about a dead language,” I said. “That’s a whole language that people don’t speak anymore. The words might still exist, but they’re only written down somewhere, on paper or wood or stone.”
He considered this thoroughly, in silence. At last he said, “I think when words die, someone brings them to a cave and puts them in a big pile. The cave is really dark and there’s a monster who lives inside. And the monster eats the dead words, and he makes the words part of his body, and he gets bigger and bigger and bigger.”
Theo’s eyes widened with each
.
“Uh,” I said. Following the lead of his imagination was always your parenting wheelhouse. “Does the monster have a name?”
Theo shook his head, short and quick. He tucked himself tighter a