How come we don’t talk about Sarah more? Like she wasn’t the centre of Hop’s universe for the few years she was alive? How come we don’t talk about those Sunday mornings where he would make her pancakes with chocolate chips and sing really badly to Frank Sinatra records? Or how he would read her a chapter from her favourite book before bed? How he would sometimes buckle her up in his car and just drive with her, listening to the radio while she hummed along?
Maybe we don’t talk about it because we don’t want to remember that now, Hopper doesn’t go to parks. He never listens to the radio or makes pancakes (instead, he listens to homemade cassettes; instead, he makes waffles; instead, he builds her a fort in the backyard; instead, she stubbornly reads to herself).