She sits at the table sipping her long-gotten-cold tea. The concept of time no longer applies to her.
“Finish your tea, mama.”
My words don’t startle her… don’t interrupt any thought. At least she doesn’t view me as a stranger today.
“The boys will be coming home for dinner.”
Vacant eyes communicate that she’s yet to process who ‘the boys’ are.
The pictures on the wall bear witness to a beautiful life filled with family and friends. Yet all that her mind sees is a long empty road.
Suddenly she breaks into a heart wrenchingly beautiful smile – “You look pretty today,” she says.
My thoughts on 100 Word Wednesday 170 prompt