I cut an onion

And I nearly cried

 

Not because I was cutting onions, mind you

But I heard the sound echo

Through my new big kitchen

I felt space around me

That I never had in my previous tiny kitchen

And in that moment

When the knife clicked against the cutting board

I heard her

 

That girl I used to be

The girl I was ten years ago

The girl who was happy

The girl I’ve been trying to find for the last five months

 

And I finally found her

In a kitchen

Cutting an onion

And I nearly cried

But not because I was cutting onions