My head spun and I had to sit down. There were times when I would say something in other languages, I was suddenly very multilingual. I found myself suddenly fluent in Latin, Greek and Hebrew. This enabled me to have intelligible conversations with a variety of people. I could understand what a man speaking Italian was saying in his own language. Another man spoke Spanish to me, and I understood near perfectly. I seemed to know a lot about anthropology, literature, and chemistry. There were framed poems on the walls in beautiful calligraphy the I had done. At one point in the evening I sat down at a black mini grand piano in the family room and played a few songs, and I sang with people, or played while they sang. I just could not grasp where was all of this coming from?
Many of the guests were my own age, or within ten years thereof. Some I knew, my sister, Kassandra, my brother, Thomas, my mother Bella, and my step-father, John. Now he was old, nearly seventy-five and was apparently mostly blind, but kept expressing how proud he was of me and my beloved husband. He treated my like I was daddy's little girl as he had done since he and my mother had married when I was twelve. My biological father was absent from the party, a long estrangement had seemingly kept him from making the guest list. This knowledge did not bother me at all, it actually made me rather relieved, if not happy. Among the other well wisher were many people whom I felt a deep sense of love for, like we were war buddies or very close comrades at one time or other, and maybe still were to some extent. These were our most intimate friends and beloved family members.
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