She sits at the table and watches her daughter write an essay, such ease and fluidity. The pen carves the paper into statues and monuments, then her daughter pauses - adds a dramatic conclusion. Puts pen down, leaves. She leans forward, looks.
Words crawling black across the table, sees essence and labile and also infrangible.
She strains, squints, peers. The essay must be good. It is in English, English, what a good word. Her daughter comes back, sees her with the essay, snatches it back. She leans forward, motioning to see the paper again.