One of my favorite thus far

I think this story is beautiful, some words really hit a punch. The first time i read it i was not quiet aware of how great it was but i know even just the first glimpse something about this story attracted me. It's like i feel as though i know and understand the story, but also i don't. Maybe this has to do with my particular taste in writing and stories. Creating yet also leaving space in the story, to stay empty.

 I saw a circle of silver studded with diamonds. When asked, I said, Yes of course, a day at the park. The boy who drove seemed scrubbed to the ears. I was impressed with the precision of his haircut. As an infant, she preferred screams to sleep and I told her that she would regret it. I told her that when she was a teen, I’d keep a list of all the songs that she hated and play them, one by one, to keep her awake. I told her I’d turn up the volume as soon as I didn’t see her eyes. 

-She preferred screams to sleep I told her she would regret it, i wondered if the mother had been abused and the baby just an infant would witness the screams. Why did she want keep her awake, turn up the volume if she did not see her eyes. Now she cant see her eyes though.. staring at her daughter.. then she reffers back to the eyes later.

Were her eyes still in the head they searched the forest for, and if they were open, what would they see? One star had gone missing from the constellation of her ring. I imagine: the clean boy sped with his windows down, letting out all the Aerosmith and air-conditioning. I imagine: she said,How lovely warm, the sun.

- Were her eyes still in the head they searched the forest for, and if they were open what would they see? i love this it got me thinking of her daughter spontaneity, in her i,agination and living moments. Nature being related to what she mentions. One star had gone missing from the constellation of her ring.
....... How descriptive is that^ like you totally get it. You feel the ring you see it and its significance now slightly what it was. 

"letting out all the Aerosmith and air-conditioning" love it!! Picture this young kid blasting music young wild free

The  daughter then so innocent and captured in her world " How lovely, warm, the sun.

  I imagine: she was singing and the boy was singing and in the backseat, the air was singing. Each leaf pointed at them and their song. When asked, I said, Let her keep it. I said, I gave it to her so it’s hers. And the afternoon had been so heavy with gold. It occurred to me that I couldn’t be sure. It occurred to me that perhaps I’d recognized her not by how she looked but how she looked at me, that perhaps that’s how anyone knows anything, not by the looking but by the looking back. It had become very late. If I hoped anything it was that she kept singing. It was that the tree came too fast for her to understand good-bye. I was standing in cold air, which was empty space. When asked, I said, Yes, I am ready to leave. I said, Just like that, and the policeman said,Yes. Just like that. And then we were just standing there. And the silence was blue as a sky.