Tidal Wave; Oh no! My baby!

I am in a house with my mom and sisters that has open walls and windows looking out to a large wading pool where my daughter is playing with many other small children. It is like a daycare but in a pool. My daughter is not just my child but also my mother and sisters’ child too. The ocean is nearby. Suddenly there is an earthquake and a tidal wave emerges from the pool and thrashes the children around. When the wave recedes all the adults run out to find their babies and I find my baby and hold her, filled with relief that she is alive but also fear and concern because she has hit her head and seems so fragile. I have the thought that I should tell my mom and sisters that I found our child in case they are still looking for her but then I realize that actually only I am her mother and it is right and okay that I just focus on her and not on them in that moment.

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© Genevieve Camp, Fragility of Life, magazine collage, 5” x 8”