My mother read to me. Every day after dinner. She read to all of us, together around the table, poised eagerly on the edges of our seats. In my mind the pictures formed. The scenes played out in vivid colors. Richer colors than life. The cinematography was amazing. Really, in my mind that is. She read everything and her voice made the words come to life. Her voice made all the difference. I love her voice.
I read now to my children though not as faithfully as she did. They tell me it's boring yet they sit and listen and at the end of a chapter they want more. More boringness. More of my voice. I hope it makes a difference.