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Three Sisters on a Journey of Discovery
We are at once Chekhov’s three sisters; the three daughters of Milton Rosenberg, who started a clothing store during the 1940s; and the three sisters who are starting anew in 2021.
In my dream I am the eldest sister, bossy and precocious and adored by the two younger girls. They look up to me, literally and figuratively and with the knowing that I will always be there for them. We’re shopping at our store, Three Sisters, at the 79th Street Shopping Center in Miami. The youngest giggles as a woman holding a little boy’s hand passes us by on the way to the dressing room. We pretend we are the three sisters and our father owns the store. The manager comes over to see if we’d like to go out for some lunch before Dad returns from the bank to drive us all home. The littlest sister sees his car pull up out front and motions to us with only her eyes. Quickly and silently we gather our belongings as we head for the front door of our store to meet him.
It’s a recurring dream that I try to recreate often. I rewrite the scene in my mind before going to bed. I try being the middle or youngest sister but it doesn’t fit.
Looking into their faces is like looking into a magical mirror at a County fair; the past and the future are revealed all at once. Gaze for too long and you get lost in the details.
