I struggle to hold back the tears. Tears for all the things she can never have again, do again
“Nana!” I hear my voice reverberate clearly. She turns her head, and her eyes light up with a golden glow.
“Hi, darling!” she says, pulling herself more upright.
I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. Her skin is pale, whiter than it ever was. The creases have become more defined since my visit last year. She wears one of her handmade dresses. It is light blue, dotted with small white flowers. It reminds me of the beautiful blue sky she never gets to see.
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